That's ----------

Hot.

"That word makes my skin crawl," said my girlfriend when I asked her if she thought my panties were such.

It two seconds for my own skin to start crawling and less for me to realize how far I've fallen.

When I think of "sexy" or "hot", two things elbow themselves into my mind:

1) A vague concept of what I think of as sexy, slightly tainted with #2.

2) A pumped-up, glaring, raunchy embodiment of sexy that I wish I could just forget, or kill. Perhaps in the form a Victoria's Secret billboard featuring a thonged, panting model wearing costume wings, or flesh shoved up and out of constricting clothes.

Damn, in college I felt saucy not in a lacy thong, but fake blood and tighty whiteys from the little boys section of Wal Mart.

But then, can't you see that in an Abercrombie ad?

So, well, take away what MTV, Cosmo, Playboy, and Lil Wayne tell you, and then what is hot?

I'm ashamed to say that I can't fully siphon out all the crap I'm supposed to think is hot and then nail what remains down to a neat blog entry, but dammit, I aim to start.

I leave you with some things I, independently, think are um... :

- someone devouring some food I just made.

- wine-stained lips AND teeth

- Not giving a shit about the clothes you're wearing and not giving said shit if anyone else cares.

- saying what nobody else wants to say.

Here's to the death of HOT as we know it!