I love the bad boys …
February 11, 2013 28 Comments
He makes you feel squishy and gooey in all the right places. He’s tough, he’s dangerous and he’s hot. Bad boys make our blood boil and quiver our delicate loins. We know they’re not good for us, but why do we find them so damn irresistible?
He wasn’t very tall and he had funny looking ears, but the way Clark Gable swept Vivien Leigh up those stairs in “Gone with the Wind” makes my heart go pitter patter and other lady parts as well.
His sneer and leather made me salivate for his “Rebel Yell.” As one of the first MTV superstars, Billy Idol rocked my lust with songs like “White Wedding” and “Eyes Without a Face,” but this video will always be my favorite.
Before “The Godfather” he was “The Wild One.” Forget that he looked more like Jabba the Hutt in his later years and relish this video of Marlon Brando at the height of his godlike charms as Stanley Kowalski in “A Streetcar Named Desire.” He looks so hot in a dirty shirt and even hotter out of it.
He’s so bad that he warrants two video clips in this post. He made a sex tape, went to rehab, and he plays the field (we’re not talking soccer). But he also likes older women. See this first video as Collin Farrell admits to propositioning his 70-year-old co-star for some who cares no-string tumble.
Colin Farrell can act, but can he ever change his bad boy ways? It boggles my mind how this bad boy ended up on “Sesame Street.”
This super spy’s got the car, the gadgets and the deadly good looks. Women melt when they hear “Bond, James Bond.” This bad boy in cinema, might always get the girl, but he never keeps them. There’s always a new beauty in his arms and in his bed. Who’s your favorite Bond?
I don’t want to want him, but I’m drawn to him. Throughout the years I’ve learned that I desired the bad boys because they’re so elusive and wild. They can’t be tamed, but a part of me yearns to crack the whip on them. Have you ever been with a bad boy? Was it love or lust? Did you keep him or send him to the devil?Follow @lafemmeroar
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