With the Captain away, I get to watch any TV I please. What I've wanted to watch lately is The Tudors. When I was eight (and obviously living in England), my class took a trip to the Tower of London. Being a dork, I did lots of reading about it beforehand and convinced myself I was actually going to come face-to-face with the headless spectre of Anne Boleyn. Sadly, that didn't happen. Actually, so very little happened on that school trip that I barely remember it at all. But thanks to the magic of books, I've been rather enamoured with the whole thing ever since. So, I could pretend that I watch this show because I have a scholarly interest in the reformation, the monarchy, and the life of women in Tudor England. But really, it's all about the bodice-ripping.
The Tudors is what the Captain likes to call "a soap opera for nerds", so naturally everyone is unbearably gorgeous. And when I started watching, I came to the conclusion that one of the actors on this show was certainly the hottest thing I had ever seen on this planet. Here is a picture of that actor:
Sex on toast, no?!!
Well, last night, I was avoiding having to let the dogs out and piddling around on Wikipedia when I came across the most horrifying piece of information. This actor (whose name, incidentally, is Henry Cavill) was born in...1983. NINETEEN-EIGHTY-THREE!!
This means that he is a full DECADE younger than me. When this kid was having his umbilical cord cut, I was halfway to figuring out the Rubik's Cube!
This might not sound like much of a problem to the rest of you, but it has made me realize my age. I now have to be very, very careful with my thoughts. I am no longer young enough to just let my head be turned by any old eye-candy that takes my fancy. I am in serious danger of cougardom here. My God! I should be locked up!
So, the creepy ogling of young men on TV will have to come to an end. But for the road, here's one last shot so you can see what he looks like with hair:
ROWR!! Come to mama!