You knew it had to come...

Any self-respecting web site with this much hot pink has to say something about the ultimate hot Pink, the singer. It's fair enough I'd eat her wet pants, but I happened to like her music long before I knew what she looks like. It helps that she's drop-dead gorgeous and the strong woman type. I won't go into my fantasies of being held hostage by Pink and Anjelina Jolie, but I will say these fantasies do nothing to diminish the sparkle on how I feel about either of them.

As a person, I think the deciding moment for me was when I hear her sing Dear Mr President. Any less than savory thoughts I may have had before hearing that song vanished at once upon hearing it the first time. Regardless of how else I may feel about her, she earned my undying respect and admiration for standing up and being heard. At that moment, I saw her not as a celebrity, not as a sex object, but as a brave, sincere, intelligent woman, and truth be told, that's way sexier and way better than being some sort of Playboy centerfold model pimped out by the music industry.

So, Pink, if you ever read this, there is one guy out here that thanks you for keeping the emory of Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, and Benjamin Franklin alive. You made me want to be an American again.