Does it get any better than this? The hair, up close, is peppered with tiny strands of blond. Chestnut brown and so finely trimmed, mellifluous, smooth, and feathery, it could almost be a weave, the Platonic ideal as imagined by the Hair Club for Men. Along with the piercing blue eyes, slashing V-shaped smile, and a shimmering burgundy shirt tucked into stonewashed Levi’s resting low on the hips, the hair completes the man: John Edwards, a populist Adonis, a golden god of a Southern Democrat.
I think that Men’s Elle and Men’s Cosmopolitan probably want him, as well.
I was idly curious about how old John Edwards is. It turns out that he and I were born within a year of each other. He spends literally fifty times as much for a haircut as I do (I paid $8 on Friday; I did tip my barber $2, as well). The fact that he’s in his mid-fifties makes his concern with his appearance even more disturbing to me.
Wow . . . he’s got a dog, an’ a pickemup-truck, an’ he wears the collar turned up on his Carhartt® barn jacket (for those chilly late-June days in Iowa, I suppose?) He’s one of US!
The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that I’m missing my calling. I think I could pull it off. I have some Carhartt apparel that’s close to being worn out. You’ll have that, even with Carhartt stuff, after you wear it, day in, day out, for 20 years or so, getting concrete splashed on it and having jagged rebar ends catch the fabric. We would be doing ourselves a favor if we had at least a handful of legislators who’d actually held real jobs (and no, I’m not talking about summer internships here; I mean a real job where you work by the hour and sweat like a racehorse and hope you can skimp and save back enough to pay your property taxes).
I’d say Ann Coulter showed great restraint back in March when she declined to discuss Mr. Edwards. Not to suggest that there’s anything wrong with being a heroic victim of our awful society’s abusive attitudes toward certain underprivileged classes, mind you, but Kellogg does have a trademark on the “Froot Loops®” name, and this guy is certainly pushing the envelope.
So which story is about John Edwards:
‘Tech’s Next Wave’ or ‘Nazis On The Run’?
Edwards doesn’t strike me as the Tech type.
He sure does have a purty mouth, ahem…
Man, I sure hope he doesn’t get into the Sport’s Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.
Bet that dogs thinkin’ – Hey, theres a man, ain’t I supposed to be his best friend?
I guess that magazine fits him. Or he fits it? I’m not sure, but I’m not reading it. He could be on ‘Men’s Cosmo’ too.
Does it get any better than this?
The hair, up close, is peppered with tiny strands of blond. Chestnut brown and so finely trimmed, mellifluous, smooth, and feathery, it could almost be a weave, the Platonic ideal as imagined by the Hair Club for Men. Along with the piercing blue eyes, slashing V-shaped smile, and a shimmering burgundy shirt tucked into stonewashed Levi’s resting low on the hips, the hair completes the man: John Edwards, a populist Adonis, a golden god of a Southern Democrat.
I see they brought the barn jacket back for this campaign as well.
is the Carhartt jacket supposed to convince us of his manliness? because i’m still not buying it!
Litassistant: I have to go vomit blood now. Bye bye.
ZK, what is most disturbing is a guy, or someone pretending to be a guy, wrote that.
I think that Men’s Elle and Men’s Cosmopolitan probably want him, as well.
I was idly curious about how old John Edwards is. It turns out that he and I were born within a year of each other. He spends literally fifty times as much for a haircut as I do (I paid $8 on Friday; I did tip my barber $2, as well). The fact that he’s in his mid-fifties makes his concern with his appearance even more disturbing to me.
Oh my! I thought Litassistant made that speech up! Some guy actually wrote that! (http://www.mensvogue.com/business/politics/feature/articles/2007/06/john_edwards)
Gross! Eww!
Wow . . . he’s got a dog, an’ a pickemup-truck, an’ he wears the collar turned up on his Carhartt® barn jacket (for those chilly late-June days in Iowa, I suppose?) He’s one of US!
The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that I’m missing my calling. I think I could pull it off. I have some Carhartt apparel that’s close to being worn out. You’ll have that, even with Carhartt stuff, after you wear it, day in, day out, for 20 years or so, getting concrete splashed on it and having jagged rebar ends catch the fabric. We would be doing ourselves a favor if we had at least a handful of legislators who’d actually held real jobs (and no, I’m not talking about summer internships here; I mean a real job where you work by the hour and sweat like a racehorse and hope you can skimp and save back enough to pay your property taxes).
I’d say Ann Coulter showed great restraint back in March when she declined to discuss Mr. Edwards. Not to suggest that there’s anything wrong with being a heroic victim of our awful society’s abusive attitudes toward certain underprivileged classes, mind you, but Kellogg does have a trademark on the “Froot Loops®” name, and this guy is certainly pushing the envelope.
Obama was on the cover of Men’s Vogue last summer. Sheesh.
Perhaps he could be the first homoerotic president.
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