Over the super-long, much-needed weekend, I had the absolute pleasure of re-watching one of my favorite Guilty Pleasure movies. Bedazzled. The movie with Brendan Fraser as a “loser” who is longing after this chick that really – is kinda average, especially for San Francisco. He needs some special help, so, BOOM – the devil (in the form of Elizabeth Hurley) comes in, and offers all sorts of assistance.

Ok, enough about the movie plot – because it doesn’t matter. What DOES matter is that Harold Ramis created an environment that puts Elizabeth Hurley in EVERY SINGLE FANTASY outfit a guy could have wanted in 2000. School girl? Check. Bikini? Check. French Maid? Check. Cheerleader? Check. Business woman with sexy lingerie peeking out? Check.

Watching the movie, I think Elizabeth Hurley is just hot. Non stop throughout the movie. Not the best actress – but she fills out the outfits nice enough to make you appreciate the beauty God has put on this planet.

I’m gonna go with hot, and I am totally prepared for the Flame War (I just have this feeling that no one else thinks so, but I am ok to stand on this island alone. I’m planting a flag, and calling this my Iwo Jima.)
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I’m not even going to talk about Zooey Deschannel. Mainly because I don’t find her remotely hot. But this is not about her, it’s about her darling super-wonderful, delightfully talented sister – Emily.

Oh Emily. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

• Brunette – I’m just not into blondes
• Sparkling eyes
• Not overly hot – you make me think I actually have a chance to get you
• Have no idea your history of performances. So, it’s not muddy with a role I liked and a role I didn’t like.
• She isn’t all tarted up in lingerie if you do a Google search on her

And Sheila says it’s ok to lust after her because Sheila likes her on Bones.

Oh normalcy – you can be so hot.
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I guess I’m REALLY behind the times. Looks like there’s another sport in town, and it ain’t your father’s football.

Unless your dad subscribed to Playboy or Hustler, then, I guess this is EXACTLY his kind of football.

Anywhoo. Here we are. 2009, and we now, officially, have women throwing pigskin while wearing lace and faux fur and… well. That’s it. Lace and faux fur. Is this such a bad thing? Is this really the intersection of men’s passions summed up in one roughly 2 1/2 hour event? Does anyone know the rules? Does anyone care if there are rules? Will anyone watch if we all know, without a shred of a doubt, there will definitely be NO nips slipping or clothes being ripped off?

Let’s face – we watch football for the same reason we watch hockey – we know that there is a slight chance that someone is going to get seriously hurt. The kind of hurt that shows up at the end of Jerry Maguire. The kind that they play on Sportscenter every 7 minutes for 3 days.

Now, I don’t want the women to get hurt, but I do want that sense of danger. And pain is not danger for me when it comes to a team of women chasing other women wearing little less than a sundress. Almost being naked and rolling around in some sprinklers, or perhaps jello is dangerous enough. However, we ALL know, that ain’t gonna happen.

Oh – and the Chicago team? The “Chicago Bliss”

Final verdict: The league may be filled with hot women, but the idea is a major fail, and not hot.
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