Nice Ladies -- Chapter Four: Christina Hendricks

Chapter Four: Christina Hendricks

Insert Jerry Lewis-styled babblings here.

Yeah, yeah. I know. This is a fairly obvious one, but hear me out. In the two weeks shy of a year since my last piss poor posting (which didn't amount to more than a link talking about what a waste of energy Kate Gosselin is) my interests haven't quite grown by leaps and bounds but one of the things I did get into was my new favorite show, Mad Men. (Sorry, 30 Rock.)

When I watch a new show, I usually tend to gravitate to one aspect of the show. Sometimes its the writing or sharp dialogue, other times the characters pull me in, story arcs have also been known to keep my ass on the couch and every once in a while the overall atmosphere of a show is enough to do the trick.

While Mad Men is filthy with the finest of all these elements (not to mention the fact that it takes place in the early 60s), oddly enough it wasn't any of these (which I'm an absolute sucker for) that pulled me in.

It was Joan Holloway.

Asking you to picture Jessica Rabbit in human form would not only be a gross oversimplification, but an enourmous injustice. Admittedly, most of my adoration isn't for Joan Holloway so much as it is for the actress who plays her, Christina Hendricks.

Admittedly, my... appreciation for Hendricks begins and ultimately gravitates around and will likely end with Mad Men. I haven't seen the three (or any) episodes of Firefly in which she starred and the romantic comedyesque movies she's got coming down the pipeline aren't likely to get me off the Double-M train. And the more I think about it, it's always been Joan.

But as for Ms. Hendricks, here's what I find endearing. Her alabaster complexion and the fact that she used the word hijinks during a recent interview. Her teeth are somewhat jacked so that'll help with the intimidation factor when we never meet. She's a redhead, but not a natural one (she's apparently a natural blonde who's been dying her hair red since she was 10) that that doesn't automatically make her Satan.

Quick sidenote: Redheads, you're The Devil. You're absolute Satan. You start off sweet and you turn into Lucifer. You've all got tempers and the worst part is I'm drawn to natural redheads. You're all rotten, rotten creatures...!

But possibly like most about Christina Hendricks is the fact that she's married to this guy. His name's Geoffrey Arend and he was one of the three stoners in the car that got pulled over at the beginning of Super Troopers. ("I'm freaking out, man...!" Yeah, that guy.) But while the natural reaction to seeing a bombshell like Hendricks married to a... guy like this is to get angry, I have the completely opposite reaction. It makes me happy and the reason it makes me happy because if a doofus like this can score a woman of her magnificence? Then that gives me hope not only for every one of my geek and nerd bretheren, but for the world as a whole.