Dear Christina Hendricks,
I’m worried about the direction of these Letters of the Week; they seem a little focused on the physical attractiveness of female celebrities. It’s just that whenever I go to find a picture of my latest letter target, I feel so overwhelmed by the hotness of my addressee that I am unable to resist.
Look, let’s just get through with this please. You’re a busty redhead, that’s the ultimate, the combo that kills. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll try to contain myself.
I just want you to know that while I may watch Mad Men eventually, I don’t right now. I’m a fan because of your work in Firefly, portraying the character Saffron. In the episode “Our Mrs. Reynolds,” your character pretends to be what one episode description calls “a nubile, willing redhead” (source), and I would add, subservient. Yes, she’s really a con artist, but I’m comfortable with forgetting about that part and just fantasizing about the other.
Again, I must apologize, I feel myself getting a little distracted by your rack… I mean your talent.
Not thinking about your cleavage,