Okay I’m just going to say it because I know we’re all thinking it and I don’t need one of my
pain in the ass pedants much-beloved readers pointing it out to me in the comments. Yes, Henry Rollins does look like a consternated otter. And don’t try telling me there’s no such word as consternated because a) language is fluid and b) there totally is because I looked it up in the OED and it’s there with earliest usage dating from 1667 SO THERE.
uh. whew. Hi. I’m, it’s been a tough day already, so uh, yeah. Disregard.
So today’s Monday Hotness –incidentally the last Monday Hotness of my 20’s as I turn 30 tomorrow to the delight of medspas everywhere– is mysecretboyfriend Henry Rollins, a man I’ve loved since I was in 6th grade. Except he does kinda look like an otter. a HOT otter. Oh a Hotter! Wait, that’s already a word. Darn you, failed portmanteau! Why do you have to already be a word that means something else?!