G'Day

This post isn't necessarily dedicated to Wombat over on Kiss & Blog, however, it is something I've noticed because of him. Therefore, he should be given credit.

Mr. Wombat is Australian. Australians have amazingly hot accents. Most people, therefore, would equate Mr. W as amazingly hot, despite the fact that they've never seen even a picture of him. I occasionally go through the comments on his posts specifically to note how many chicks a) post a comment, b) invite him over for dinner and implied shag-fest and c) outright confess their love for him.

Mr. W is far from stupid, and what little I know of him, I'm certain he basks in the gloriousness of having so many...ah hem...willing prospects, yet still maintains a composed sense of humility. Which perhaps lends to the appeal. Funny, intelligent, witty and completely open about the one aspect of people's lives they tend to keep private: sex.

So my question is...what if Mr. W truly did resemble a wombat? Would housewives and underpaid admin assistants still relish his every word? Would they bother posting painfully obvious double entendre-packed responses to his blog? It just takes some elementary logic. If all Australians are hot, and Mr. W is Australian, then Mr. W is hot.

The point here isn't even to speculate what Wombat looks like, because it is irrelevant. What is relevant is the answer to his question: Do chicks dig the brain, or the rock star?

Answer: every woman will say the brain, but still lust after the rocker.