Power Hour

I think I may be starting my own blogging trend by focusing on inappropriate crushes. I continue this with a look at my fascination with dictators. I know, I know they do horrible things, I got it. I mean if one ever asked me to the neighborhood Applebees for some cheeseburger sliders or an appetizer sampler I doubt I would take the offer. However, I can look and appreciate from afar. Call it an attraction to power, or to the money, or even the notoriety. I personally think it’s their hair and uniforms.




I love Ivan the Terrible’s power beard and the seedy look in his eye. Now, he really wasn’t too terrible, in fact his Russian name translates to English more properly as Ivan the Awesome. Awesome! However, he did run through the ladies after the death of his first wife, and we all know how a woman loves a heartbreaker.



Muammar Abu Minyar al-Gaddafi doesn’t really count as a dictator but this little Libyan warlord has such a sense of style that he cannot be ignored. If there were a Malevolent Vogue, he surely would be on the cover. I mean who else could rock out gold lame’ and still be menacing. He always had some kind of fun official military uniform, even though there was no military behind it. A+ for bold use of color and texture. Tim Gunn would be proud



I know that my definition of dictator is totally amorphous. But Henry Clay’s dominance in Congress did give him the nickname “The Dictator.” It’s true. He was straight dreamy, at least in paintings, pictures not so much.


Stay Away from the light Carol Anne!



Mahmoud Ahmadinejad or as I like to call him bearded Jake Gyllenhaal


No gay people in Iran my foot, tell me his jaw line has not made a few converts



Rockstar of world leader’s abusing power. Vladimer Putin is something out of a Bond movie. He could devise a totalitarian system of government over me, just sayin.



Yet another side affect from growing up in a neighborhood with all boys. You know everyone was a little curious what was under the hood.