On Marc Anthony's Buttocks



Guess what, chicken butt?

What to do when the glutius of ones mate isn't so, well ..maximus? As a straight man whose tastes run more towards dark, cool Padma Lakshmi-types, the subject of Marc Anthony's viande de brousse is kind of a moot, unexciting subject. Why would The Corsair then fix his raptor's gaze on the slim pickings that is Marc Anthony's concave tush-meat? But this piece -- no bun intended -- from the salmon-colored weekly about the Anna Wintour party on Monday piqued our curiosity:

"Spice Girl and perfume entrepreneur Victoria Beckham, meanwhile, wore an uncharacteristically modest vintage Armani white coat; she introduced herself and her soccer-playing husband David to mogul Harvey Weinstein before the duo posed with singer couple Marc Anthony and Jennifer Lopez, who ran her hand suggestively down her husband’s buttocks."

No doubt the line traced was a negative quadrant of an inverse sine curve (Averted Gaze).

Intense. Unsmiling. Lean. Constipated. Hungry-looking. Let's face it: this man looks to be in need of a robust multivitmain and some arroz con pollo. These are all sentiments that come to mind when considering all things Anthon-ish. But "assy"? No.