Word: hunk
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...attraction of the unidentified woman in the photos to Cutié isn't surprising, either. Cutié's last name is pronounced koo-tee-ay, but that hasn't stopped people from calling the handsome, telegenic priest "Father Cutie" - the kind of hunk-in-a-collar whom smitten Catholic schoolgirls often nickname "Father What-a-Waste." In 1999, when Cutié burst onto the scene just four years after his ordination with his first television talk show on the Spanish-language Telemundo network, Cambia Tu Vida Con Padre Alberto (Change Your Life With Father Alberto), he remarked to the Miami...
...more like bondage, and not the fun kind. The average guy hates or dismisses McConaughey movies because they'll require him to sit with his girlfriend through 100 minutes of extreme rendition, then endure her reproach that he's not nearly so cute, buff or romantically attentive as the hunk on screen. Men hate a ladies' man, a species of which McConaughey may be the last, best example. He speaks in silkily modulated tones, carries himself with a lithe sexual assurance and, at the end of movies where he's played the restless tiger, gives big emotional speeches about...
...hospitals, and Ritter’s goal is to overcome this through scientific research. Ritter may be better known, though, for his status as one of the Department’s hottest professors. One blog calls Ritter a contender for “Harvard’s Top Chemistry Hunk.” When asked about this particular title, Ritter—dressed in jeans and a pastel Tommy Hilfiger sweater—laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. “People keep telling me that, but I just never...” Ritter starts over...
...wrote Portnoy's Complaint in 1969 was a ranting, sulfurously brilliant stylist whose paragraphs were so full of energy and intelligence gone feral with self-loathing that they practically tore themselves apart on the page. This was a writer who showed us his adolescent hero sinning carnally with a hunk of raw liver that his unsuspecting family ate for dinner later that...
...From Raising Steaks, on the Beacon Beefsteak, a night of beef eating and male bonding: "It's every caveman for himself, clasping his meat like a hunk of mastodon, gnawing flesh that resists seductively before it yields, squirting fluids red with blood and fat over my hands and down my chin...Elbows out, the men sitting either side of me lunge for the platter to see who can sop up the most sauce with their bread and fill their triple-sized shot glasses from the bottles of Maker's Mark that line the tables, to see who can toss down...