"Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out..."

"...they leave the West behind."

The Beatles knew what was going on. Especially when it comes to former Ukrainian Prime Minister Yulia Tymoshenko.

Woah! She is a little bit gorgeous! Unfortunately for those of us who appreciate politics and beautiful women (and the combination of the two), she is now in opposition.

She was number one on Hottest Heads of State, but her spot has been taken by the Canadian Governor-General.

Earlier this week, Viktor Yanukovich narrowly defeated Tymoshenko in the Ukranian presidential election with 49% of the vote to Tymoshenko’s 45.5%. Political analysts say that it is no coincidence that exactly 45.5% of Ukrainians are hot and 49% are only good-looking. (The remaining 5.5% are bears.*) This election was a classic case of the “hots” versus the “hot-nots,”

Our very own Kevin Rudd comes in at... number 128.

Rudd looks less like a criminal or an alligator hunter than he does like a junior high social studies teacher. And not even a tough, disciplinarian teacher, but a nice one who would get taken advantage of by his students if they didn’t like him so much. Everything about him is benign, from his moon-shaped face to his glasses to his crinkling eyes to his thin blonde hair. Kevin Rudd is exactly the kind of person you would like to meet in a darkened alley. Because you’d mug him.

Random link time!
- Ill informed public searches for "Assburgers" Syndrome.
- Where Deadwood stars have gone.
- Why everyone deserves a prom, even lesbians.

This reverence for prom tradition is particularly true in suburban America, where boys still pick up their date in their dad's car, pose for photos in girls' parents' hallways and then drive off to their high school gym to dance really badly to Usher ballads. I can direct you to the Facebook photos of some of my younger relatives to prove it.
And it's worth it, making McMillen's case all the more poignant. It is very possible that I will never feel quite as happy as I did on that one evening in the mid-90s, as I wore my small silver crown and danced with my king (Alex Zimmerman. Call me!), while surrounded by my 500 or so contemporaries. Dirty Dancing's (I've Had) The Time of My Life was playing on the sound system – never was a song more appropriate.

 Time to go!