Posted by Kim and Sage
Let me be up front about this: the decision we are asking you to make here today is not an easy one.
Unlike People Magazine, Head Over Feels has a three-year tradition of leaving the crowning of our sexiest man up to our readers. (Not publicists. No offense, Chris Hemsworth.) Those of you who voted in our past races will note that we’ve changed the name of this title. And with good reason. While we were originally inspired by our dissatisfaction with People overlooking fandom and fringe sex symbols, our annual poll is its own thing. Also, we’re keen on People not suing us. (Hahahah, People. As if this website made us money instead of bleeding it from our bank accounts.)
The Most Handsome Young Man* mantle has a storied history in this blog, as we once chased Joel McHale down an empty midtown street and forced a trophy declaring this into his hands. He dubbed the honor “wonderful…and creepy” and we can only hope that this year’s winner will feel the same.
Joel got double the bragging rights after voting closed in our first annual HOF poll and he was our readers’ choice as well. He shared the honor with sexy elf king Adam Scott and your taste in wry and handsome boys was fully confirmed.
Our 2013 champ was declared after spending the majority of the voting period in a dead heat with the eventual runner-up. (Who, perhaps, you’ll see somewhere below…) The Sleepy Heads are a passionate group, and we adore them for it. They took up the cause and their spirited campaigning resulted in Tom Mison and his sass-brow besting his competition.
So here we are again, friends, on the verge of declaring this year’s Most Handsome Young Man. It’s a fitting time to do this thing, since these six guys are what we’re most thankful for this year. Explore your options carefully (trust us, you’ll want to.) and then make your selection at the bottom of this post. We may have chosen the nominees, but this is your poll. Feel free to cry, cajole, and campaign, all in the name of your favorite. Voting will close on Sunday. We’ll be here watching – rubbing our hands together and laughing manically. Good luck.
*P.S. Please don’t sue us, Community. Someone once called us “the soul of the fandom.”
HEY BAT MUSCLES.
We’ve made our feelings about Ben Affleck known here at Head Over Feels. Let it be known that Ben has always been handsome. He’s a founding member of the Handsome Men’s Club. He’s a former winner of that Sexiest Man Contest run by that OTHER magazine that we won’t mention anymore. Everyone KNOWS that Ben Affleck is a handsome man. So why now? Why THIS year? Because like a fine wine, Ben Affleck just gets better with age.
The new Bat Muscles certainly help, but what makes Ben Affleck truly sexy is the sense of ease that he has with himself now (well, that and how he is going salt and peppery. That always helps). The man has been through the paparazzi wringer and has come out the other side more confident and self-assured. Back in the days of Bennifer 1.0, you really got the sense that Ben CARED what all the headlines said about him and how the public viewed him. He reeked of (adorable) desperation. But Ben Affleck 2014? He pokes fun at himself, as seen in the above gif, where he is recounting the internet reaction to his casting as Batman. He smiles a lot more now (and they are geniune smiles). He doesn’t give a fuck what you think of him. Boom. HOTTER.
Bros talking about their junk.
Lest you think we only care about personality here at Head Over Feels, let’s talk about the much vaunted nude scene in Gone Girl, shall we? Sage and I saw Gone Girl opening night at our favorite movie theatre on 84th street (guys, the seats are literal recliners) and spent the entire movie anticipating the Full Ben. Then the shower scene happened and I was too busy admiring the carved-out-of-marble ASS to even see the goods. So I have THAT to look forward to with the DVD release.
Sage saw the goods though…and assured me they were lovely. Mazel Tov, JGarns.
Handsome with a beard.
Handsome with stubble and a chunky sweater. ALSO HAIR.
In Summation, you keep doing you, Ben Affleck. You’re one HANDSOME son of a bitch, sir. We’ll be there opening weekend to see you kick ass as Batman and prove all the haters wrong (even though, let’s face it, the movie is going to suck cause Zack Snyder is in charge).
Fail this city. I dare you.
A relative unknown before he salmon-laddered into our hearts, Stephen Amell is the soul of Arrow. Sure, he looks like a hero. But the twist is that he’s also so damn good. Kudos to Arrow for demanding that we take it seriously and to Captain Amell for being a clear team leader.
The thing about Stephen Amell is that he cannot be real. History tells us that people this attractive don’t have to be kind, and indeed, can usually bend the universe to their will with one tiny muscle movement, like the one above. Amell is chiseled right out of some ancient Greek marble, yet he spends his Friday afternoons gleefully sharing fan art on his Facebook page. He’s mobilized his fans to raise nearly $1M for cancer research so far. And he spoke for all of us when he called DC’s shunning of its lucrative TV franchise and the re-casting of Barry Allen as “bullshit.” Where did this guy come from?
When trying to convert new Arrow fans, I appeal to their basest instincts first. Oliver Queen spends a lot of time “training.” (Read: stripping down and getting sweaty.) Lest you wonder if there are some CGI’ed muscles behind those one-armed push-ups, Amell often posts videos of him working out on social media. Because fan service is the lord’s work. Also, Kim and I jumped on the chance to take a photo with him at New York Comic Con. So we’ve had arms around him. Trust us. He feels man-shaped coiled rope.
We can’t even be mad that he’s taken, not with the world class DILFing inherent in every photo he posts with his baby daughter. Amell is a man twice in love and there are few more excruciatingly attractive qualities a dude can have than desperate devotion to his little girl.
Finally, I’ve got to acknowledge Amell’s role in one of the great ships of 2014. Olicity is one of those organic wonders – born of the chemistry between Amell’s Oliver and Emily Bett Rickards’s Felicity. It’s a modern iteration of the +classic hero/love interest dynamic. We get all the romance of daring rescues (Oliver is fond of picking up Felcity and swinging on things, Tarzan-style) plus the satisfaction that Oliver is just as reliant on Felicity as she is on him. Their first kiss was the stuff fan videos are made of – look at how his hands cover almost her entire face. It’s so delicate, but so sure.
Amell plays Olicity scenes with such quiet intensity that it’s impossible not to flail. (Those piercing blue eyes certainly help.) And Oliver’s ardor is trumped only by Amell’s own feelings about the ship. Diggle may be the on-screen captain, but Stephen Amell is off. He feels it, you guys. Do you understand?
Two episodes into Selfie and I was sure of two things:
1. The show was too beautiful to live.
2. John Cho’s fine self simply had to be on this list.
We’ve known John Cho since he cornered the market on friendly stoners in the American Pie and Harold & Kumar series. But, like fellow nominee Ben Affleck, he’s all grown into his sexiness these days. That vest. That salt and pepper hair. Get a load of this Cary Grant bastard.
George Clooney would like his eye crinkles back, please.
There’s something appealingly old-Hollywood and sophisticated about John. I bet he only wears flip-flops in gym showers and always drinks good coffee. He looks like he knows his way around a wine list. Now excuse me as I retreat to my mind palace, where we go to foreign films together and he always lets me hold the truffle butter popcorn.
He’s built to grace our lives as a romantic lead. Unfortunately, until the quick-draw nature of network decision-making changes, we can’t have nice things. Everything about Selfie’s untimely cancellation is tragic, but especially the loss of the all-too rare casting of an Asian-American in a leading man role. Paired with our girl Karen Gillan, John made up half of one of the most charming budding relationships in recent TV memory. In adapting My Fair Lady, the show took on some problematic gender roles. But John imbued Henry with an underlying sweetness and vulnerability that helped to smooth out the bumps. The trick is that Henry and Eliza are equally inept – their strengths balance out the other’s weaknesses. “I’ve grown accustomed to your face” is still a killer line. And let this be another lesson never to overlook the quiet, bossy dudes. You never know when they’ll hit you with a move like this:
Weird. There used to be oxygen in this room.
Let’s not forget John’s too-short stint as doomed Andy Brooks on Sleepy Hollow. He made being a servant of a hell-demon bent on bringing about the apocalypse look good. I bet Abbie kicked herself for not getting at least one date in before he sold his soul.
His adaptability means that John looks comfortable in all situations, whether he’s having a bedroom dance party with Eliza and her babysitting charge or slipping into the Captain’s chair on the Enterprise. You remember that moment, right? His Sulu stepped up when the situation demanded it, all capability and self-assuredness. I guess I want my men flinty and determined, what can I say?
TV hasn’t been as good to John Cho as John Cho has been to TV. But despite our collective failure as a media-consuming society not to nurture promising comedies, we’ll always have Paris. (Paris=single seasons of Go On and Selfie.) And John can rest easy, knowing that – network success or not – no one can take his handsomeness away from him.