ginger alert

If you can believe that reliable source known as the News of the World (the Fox News of gossip blogs), apparently Chelsy Davy has broken up with my beloved ginger, Prince Harry, after dealing with his nonsense for five years.

I'm okay with this because if he needs his royal sceptre polished in some sort of sketchy rebound relationship, he should give me a call. Speaking of which, is it weird that I think Harry is attractive? I mean, more than William even, who last I checked was sporting a beard a la the homeless in Central Square. Yeah, really attractive. I don't think I have anything against facial hair, it's just that you can't give up the hot. (I'm talking to you Joaquin Phoenix.)
Don't do it! Here's a video for insecure guys with stubble trouble. I hope it helps and you can thank the BBC personally for their informative videos on willy worries.

Anyway, Harry probably tops my list on the firecrotch scale, which I have spent a good deal of time thinking about (about the time it takes one node in the brain to send an electrical signal) and have even bothered to create a helpful list of ginger hotness from x to xxxxxxxxxxxxxx (reserved for Harry and also Fred/George and Ron Weasley).
I just hope Harry doesn't get it into his head to get a beard because it will be like wearing a chin warmer made of ginger pubes on his face.