People magazine recently released their annual “Most Beautiful” issue, and, as it has been in the past ten, twelve or so years, one person’s “beautiful” is another person’s, oh, “OK…whatever, next.” I can’t argue with some of this year’s choices: Lupita Nyong’o, Julia Roberts, Jennifer Lawrence…But even I don’t know if I would truly call them “beautiful” without hesitation. Lovely, talented, graceful–yes, I can give that to them. But “beautiful” is reserved for an exclusive club in my book. I don’t throw that word out often like hipsters with the word “awesome.” For me, a true beauty is an unworldly being with a spirit and pulchritude that just moves me. That whenever I look at them, I become filled with some joy, their smiles alone casting light onto my soul clouded by the unrepentant ugliness of the world.
And since when were men no longer included in People’s “Most Beautiful” issue? I know Hollywood of recent has been lacking in bonafide leading men, and the (few) men in music today are “nice” in looks at best. But couldn’t they look elsewhere for gorgeous guys to fill their list? There’s a lot of them in sports! See Sidney Crosby, Rafael Nadal, Buster Posey, Chris Paul…
The irony is that my list of all-time beautiful people is scant of males. Maybe it’s because I see beautiful men as hit thangs as opposed to true beauties I would not dare desecrate with smutty thoughts, as I do with my female beauties. I also end up having crushes on them, and when they do some things I don’t agree with (such as change their looks and/or personality for the worse, or hook up with a girl that leaves me heartbroken), they no longer are beauties to me. Years ago, I used to think former Lakers player Sasha Vujacic was one of the most beautiful boys I ever laid eyes on. Then, after that 2009 championship year with the Lakers, he had the nerve to chop his glorious long locks off, as well as do things I couldn’t agree with, and his beauty left him like his three-point stroke soon after. (I wonder where this guy is, by the way…)
So here it is: my all-time beautiful people. In no particular order. Some living, some angels among us. Some you may agree or disagree with. You know the saying about lists, right? It’s like that saying about opinions: all are wrong except mine.
(After the jump, people who prove true of John Keats’ quote.)