I think the readers of this site know a little about sexy women. In fact, I would say that we’re experts on the matter. So I believe we’re more than qualified to weight in on Esquire‘s choice for this year’s Sexiest Woman Alive. Drum roll, please. Oh, never mind. I know you can see the picture. Charlize Theron is this year’s sexiest living lady, following recent honorees Scarlett Johansson, Jessica Biel and Angelina Jolie. To which I say, nice choice, fellas. Y’all did good this year. Real good.
I feel confident when I say that this pick won’t devolve into the great Maxim Hot 100 list throwdown from earlier this year. What I like best about Charlize, besides her playing gay and terrifying in Monster, is that the more I read about her, the more I like her. Now, I can’t decide whether the accompanying Esquire article, written in the form of a screenplay, is pretentious or brilliant. I suspect it’s a bit of both. But least it’s an easy, and dare I say fun, read. And Charlize comes across as real, smart and interesting. Like I was saying, sexy. I mean, what other actress would start talking Roe v. Wade and America’s dwindling status as a superpower in a story about sexiness? As she told the reporter when he called back to sexy up the story: “We had an intense conversation. We talked politics, sure. But I talked about my dog dying. I f—— cried about it in front of you. That’s pretty rare. Sexiness is rare at least, isn’t it?” Yes, Charlize, sexiness is rare. And that makes you a rare breed, indeed.
