We all know what Snark is. It's that sarcasm that drips from one's tongue with an edge so sharp it often leaves figurative blood.
And I love it.
I'm not necessarily enthralled with the bitter, short, cut-your-testicles-off snark. No, no.
I like the witty, acerbic, delivered-with-a-smile type snark.
And that's why I love House. As Entertainment Weekly so aptly put it: “Hugh Laurie… the British actor is the thinking woman’s sex symbol.”
He is hot. I'm sure he does things to my frontal lobe that are illegal in all fifty states.
His character is bitter. Hateful. And strives to piss people off. But underneath all that is a man that has been hurt both emotionally and physically. And when the audience catches a glimpse of the mortal man and not the ass...*sigh*...it's a sight that can move most anyone.
Hugh Laurie is not traditionally handsome. (Though, I do admit to liking the stubble. So sue me.) But his wit is unparalleled.
I like the character, Gregory House. But I caught Hugh Laurie on Leno one night. And let me tell you, I laughed my ass off. He is so self-deprecating and entertaining that I could have watched him the entire time. And I have to admit...those baby blues are most beautiful.
Looking at him isn't a hardship whatsoever, but listening to him...stimulating.
Sex DOES start in the brain, you know.
3 months ago