My Weekend Crush

I’ve always had a thing for Rosario Dawson. She has such magnificent architecture to her face. Volumes could be written on her jaw line alone. The rest of her architecture is pretty damn amazing, too. Ahem. I first saw her, as many first saw her, in 1995’s “Kids.” That movie was so deeply disturbing I left with my friends and we consoled ourselves for hours with copious amounts of cheese and beer. Jesus, the movie was fucked up. But there’s nothing fucked up about Rosario. On screen she projects a fantastically spunky and refreshingly fun persona. Also, gosh, she’s bendy. While I admit to having only seen about a handful of her films, she has managed to stand out in almost everything. (Yes, even “Alexander.” But then it’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re wrestling around naked.) She graces the cover of the German GQ this month, reminding us all of her undeniable magnificence. Each time I see her, I wonder anew why she isn’t a bigger star. I mean, that face – and, you know, other stuff. Happy weekend, all.