I like that new tag. “Men I Can’t Date”, meaning of course, “Men I Should Like to Date, or Could Imagine Dating, Were They Not Married or Otherwise Unavailable, and Were My Heart Not Still in Tatters from My Recent Breakup”.

So in honor of all that, ahem, I post a rather gratuitous post on Robert Downey, Jr., inspired in no small way by the following excerpt from the New Yorker’s review of Iron Man:

Downey, beefed up, his torso drenched in sweat, looks like a nineteenth-century blacksmith.