Daniel W. Drezner
A long overdue Salma Hayek post
Many, many fans (at least four) of danieldrezner.com have inquired about how my wife copes with my fondness harmless obsession with Salma Hayek (who, according to pollsters, is officially the hottest woman on the planet). Here’s a two-part answer: a) The Official Blogwife does not really read the blog (she is constantly amazed that there ...
Many, many fans (at least four) of danieldrezner.com have inquired about how my wife copes with my
fondness harmless obsession with Salma Hayek (who, according to pollsters, is officially the hottest woman on the planet). Here’s a two-part answer:
a) The Official Blogwife does not really read the blog (she is constantly amazed that there are people who regularly read it); b) I’m not as dumb as Dalton Ross
Over at Entertainment Weekly‘s web site, Ross writes about how Salma Hayek has invaded his marital bliss:
[B]ack in 1997, not long after Christina and I had started dating, a TNT movie version of The Hunchback came on. ”Oh, I think Salma Hayek is in this,” I said. Talk of Hayek as the new hottest woman on the planet was just starting to bubble over everywhere but I had never actually laid eyes on the woman. I was curious about all the Hayek hype. Naturally, Christina was curious as to why I was curious about an actress she had never heard of in a made-for-basic-cable movie. ”What, is she supposed to be hot or something?” she inquired. ”Well, she is hot,” I replied, merely repeating what every horny male had led me to believe. That innocent four-word comment has caused me more grief in the past 10 years than every other marital miscue since. First came the accusations that I was a skeezy horndog obsessed with clown boobs. Then came the inevitable ”Who’s hotter, me or Salma?” queries. Finally, we came to the incessant sarcastic apologies, things along the lines of ”Well, sorry I’m not Salma Hayek!” and ”Sorry I don’t have a EE-cup size like your girlfriend Salma Hayek!” You think all this would have died down after a while, but you would be thinking wrong. Another round of Hayek harassment blew through recently when my college buddy Eric Mabius told me all about the love scenes he got to shoot with Salma in an elevator on Ugly Betty. I made the mistake of relaying the conversation to Christina (because that’s just the type of open, honest guy I am!). Her reaction was somewhere between ”Whoa, bet you’re jealous!” and ”Did you warn Eric to get his hands off your girl?” The point is, if I could just learn to keep my mouth shut, we’d both be better off.