Alexander Skarsård, a man, is starring in the title role of a new Tarzan remake coming this summer. To prepare, he beat his abs in a bowl of hot water with yeast, four eggs, sugar, and salt, then added flour, then kneaded, then mixed ‘em up with a dough hook, then put that on a floured surface and kneaded more, then…
Not a single completely bare chest on the two-hour season finale of Poldark. Nothing more than a little peek at some chest hair.
Not a very chipper week on Poldark, so most of this week’s abs were glum, broody abs.
This week’s Poldark featured an abundance of bare bedroom muscles. Not mad. There isn’t enough shirtless mining in this show, though. Who cares if it’s Christmas? Surely it’s hot down there.
Here is your weekly update on the abs of Poldark: Ross did some sweaty threshing.
One thing struck me immediately upon my arrival at the RT Booklovers’ Convention, and that was the proliferation of abs. So many abs! Abs on the elevators, abs on the walls, abs in the welcome bag, abs plastered all over the promo materials. Abs, abs, abs, abs. I don’t even care about abs and I’m in female-gaze hog…
Abercrombie is still trying to remake itself into a brand that appeals to today’s Tumblring teens. Their latest move: You no longer have to be a hottie to stand around the store refolding shirts.
It's the end of an era: Abercrombie & Fitch, a brand once so tight with abs they were like peanut butter and jelly (which you can't eat if you want Abercrombie abs), has put its clothes back on.
Two weeks ago, Nick Jonas played in San Francisco and the line of men and women of all ages stretched around the block. Why? It could be his music, his nostalgic appeal or (most likely) the fact that grown-up Nick is hella hot and has a penchant for dropping trou. Warning: NSFW
If you're a young up-and-coming actor, whether you're vying for an action film or not, you'd better get used to being shirtless.
Today we received a press release touting the launch of an "all Male Plastic Surgery Website." FUN.
You have obviously been sitting around listening to Carly Rae Jepsen's ubiquitous smash hit "Call Me Maybe" on an endless loop, because what else would you possibly do with your time? But be honest: have you also quietly been thinking that what this song really needs is more abs? Like a shit-ton of naked abs? Well,…
As the folks at The Life Files point out, his pose here is totally "I don't even know how this happened…"