You'd think something that works its way into so much of our advertising, art and general conversations — "sexiness" — would be easier to nail down. But when Esquire, a men's magazine that has ostensibly printed enough "sexy" covers since 1933 to know, asked a man and a woman to answer the question "What is sexy?" as part of a "fair and balanced investigation" into the notion, the responses that came back are, to traffic in cliché, about as clear as mud.
But you don't have to read it to discover what sexy is, because I can tell you what is sexy: Everything. Anything. Everything is sexy. Anything is sexy. I really mean it. It's not all sexy to you or to me, of course, but pretty much everything is sexy to someone. Or even a lot of someones. (I know you will be able to trot out some horrible/depraved thing that is not sexy at all, and I have to say, remember the guy with the constipation fetish? Alright then.)