Ode to a Hot Mess.

ImageI love a “hot mess.” The phrase. (I love the people hot messes in my life, too, but that is a post for another day.)

I think we should give a medal to whoever came up with this saying. It’s that awesome. Cause anyone can be a mess. He’s a mess. She’s a mess. Your room’s a mess. But a hot mess? Well, that sort of kicks it up a notch, doesn’t it.

And a hot mess conjures up all sorts of delightful imagery. She’s a hot mess. Ooh. A hot mess. Is she sticky? Sexy? Feverish? Melty? Yeah, probably melty. As in: post-meltdown. (Which would explain the myriad of Miley, Lindsay, Britney, and my favorite new addition to the Celebrity-Rich-Girl-Crazy-Pants Club, Amanda Bynes photos that you get when you Google “hot mess.”)

So thank you, whoever you are, who has allowed us to reach new heights of dysfunction while retaining a touch of glamour.

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  1 comment for “Ode to a Hot Mess.

  1. May 16, 2014 at 5:42 am

    I never understood the hot mess paradigm. I like it, adjective-wise, I just never got it. Are they hot because they’re operating at a fever pitch of messness or are they hot because, you know, lickability? Can one toggle between the two or are they simultaneous?

    I always figured on fever but now that I visualize certain dudes I know….

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