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Magic Mike 3 is still nothing but a dream you’ve been having for the past six months, but should that beautiful dream ever become a reality, Channing Tatum knows exactly who he wants as a co-star: George Clooney. During an interview with E! News, Channing told his Hail, Caesar! compatriot that he’d give him his entire salary if he’d agree to be in Magic Mike XXXL if it comes to pass.

The pair then tried to come up with an appropriate stripper name for George, who should obviously call himself Cloons but instead thought he should be “Big George.” Since Joe Manganiello is already Big Dick Richie, that is not a possibility, so George will have to keep thinking. Luckily, Maria Menounos suggested the time-tested formula of childhood pet plus first street you lived on, which led George to come up with “Big Boy Fourth Street.” That’s it right there. Exercise over.

Cosmopolitan
By Eliza Thompson
Feb 2, 2016

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If there’s going to be a third installment for “Magic Mike,” Channing Tatum wants George Clooney in it as a stripper.

There has been no announcement about “Magic Mike 3” but Tatum is certain that he will stop at nothing, even offering his share, until Clooney accepts to striptease in his film.

“If he would do Magic Mike 3, I will give him all of my part of the money,” Tatum said in an E News interview. “It’s all yours.”

“I can use the money,” Clooney responded in accord.

With that in mind, Tatum proceeded to bestow upon Clooney a male stripper name that fits him the best. “I think he’d go with his actual name. You can’t really beat that.”

“I think he’d go with his actual name. You can’t really beat that,” Tatum said.

Tatum made mention that he wanted to release more installments of the male stripper franchise while promoting “Magic Mike XXL” last July 2015. The first “Magic Mike” film was inspired by Tatum’s personal experiences as a Tampa stripper during his younger days.

“I want to do it when we’re like 80, like real old,” he joked. “Like grumpy strippers…We’ll all have mechanical hips.”

Clooney and Tatum are seen together in an interview to promote their upcoming film, “Hail, Caesar!” They are joined with Josh Brolin, Scarlett Johansson and Ralph Fiennes in the mystery-comedy about a Hollywood fixer. The movie features Brolin as someone who keeps celebrity secrets off the press. Clooney and Tatum take part in Brolin’s plays. It will be out in theatres this February 5.

In a previous interview with The Sun , the “Magic Mike” actor did express that he has a man crush on the Academy Awards actor.

“I’ve spent time with George Clooney and he’s the most interesting man on the planet,” Tatum shared. “He can do it all. Yep, I guess what I’m saying is I’d have sex with him.”

Kim Cabatuan
Australia Network News

If Michael Phelps calls it quits again after the Rio Olympics, and wants to pursue another career where he can perform without much clothing, well, he already has an offer on the table.

After Phelps’ viral cameo last week at Arizona State, where he wowed us with the “Curtain of Distraction,” the star swimmer has been invited to perform with the Chippendales dancers in Las Vegas.

We always knew Phelps had a freak physique, but his moves when the curtain dropped at ASU apparently opened all-new doors for him.

At the very least, let’s hope this leads Phelps to recreate this all-time favorite Chippendales dance routine … maybe with Seth Rogen?

We miss you, Chris Farley.

The buzzer
CBS
by Andre Vergara

This is the fourth in The Tyee’s Love on the Edge series.]

On any given night at Brandi’s Exotic Nightclub in Vancouver, the women equal, and sometimes outnumber, the men. Sure, it’s touted as a bridge between a nightclub and a venue for adult entertainment, a comfortable place for couples and women, but you can’t escape the fact that women on stage are incrementally peeling off their clothes. The advent of what some people are calling “raunch feminism” is what is driving a whole bunch of trends like this lately – from pole and lap dancing lessons under the clever marketing guise of fitness, to Girls Gone Wild, and its Canuck counterpart Wild Canadian Girls, where young women at Mardi Gras and Spring Break flash, spread and simulate lesbianism – not for money, but simply for cameras.

Sexual power, a well-practiced special talent of women, could be one reason why so many of us are frequenting strip clubs these days. Another might be women’s well-conditioned habit of competing with each other for the attention of men. It cold be that we simply want to keep a watchful eye on our boyfriends / husbands. Or maybe that we want to learn a thing or two to keep him happy. One woman I spoke with confessed that ever since her boyfriend cheated on her with a stripper, she goes to the clubs to prove to herself that “they’re all skanks.” But I get the feeling it has more to do with taking away a few tips to ensure that it never happens again.

Occupational hazard

I’ve spent some time over the years at the clubs. It was plain old curiosity that started me. I once had a boyfriend who visited a certain popular strip club in Toronto every Wednesday night. He was a journalist, so to put a sugar coat on it, he confessed his “sin” very carefully over dinner one night, telling me it was “research.” He needn’t have bothered; just about every guy I know goes to watch women take their clothes off. But I was struck by the regularity of his visits and it made me want to go find out what the allure might have been.

I got my chance one night while out bar-hopping with my friend Jay. We ended up at his army alumni Christmas party at one of Toronto’s less seemly gentleman’s clubs. Not counting the strippers and half clad waitresses, I was the only woman in the room. Among all the testosterone, I felt like I was finally getting a glimpse into the secret world of men. It didn’t take long to figure out that although sex was the commodity, the trade was in money and, mostly, power. As I sat front and centre watching the women, and flirting with Jay and his buddies, I realized that although fully clothed, I had my own particularly enjoyable hold in the room.

I admit, I liked that feeling and started going to the clubs whenever I got a chance, always with men. It was, after all, at such odds with my strict Catholic upbringing to enjoy looking at naked women while talking so openly with men about their desires and how I might learn to fulfill them.

Popular disappointment

That’s why I was disappointed at Brandi’s recently, when I first noticed the marked increase in the number of women milling about the club. I told people I was upset on behalf of men at the invasion of one of their last bastions of male-hood. But that was only part of it. No longer could I portray myself as an evolved, accepting, un-jealous woman, all the while secretly loving the attention I got in a room mostly full of appreciative men. In the past, my only competition for the male gaze were the untouchable fantasies bumping and grinding on stage.

Here, all kinds of women were annoyingly causing distraction from the main event. Some were sitting in “gyno row,” offering their breasts for the strippers to grab, while others were kissing and groping right in the eye-line between men and the stage. I asked former stripper Annie Temple about this. She said, “Those are the women I used to drag on stage since, obviously, they wanted to be there. But is it better to act glaringly rude for attention and not get paid? Or, to dance in a legitimate occupation of
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the same attention and be paid well?”

Of course, I never put myself in this scenario since I wouldn’t considered being up on stage. I only wanted to bear witness to the goings-on.

I wonder though, is there anywhere men can go anymore just to be men? Don’t they go to strip clubs for the fantasy of it all, for a little tease by the unattainable, to get a good look at a hot woman but not have to be responsible for how she feels? Mix real, live, available woman with fantasy prototypes in a sex club and watch what happens. I suspect we’ve reached a point where the line of demarcation between the two is barely visible.

It wasn’t that long ago when strippers occupied the low end of the social and professional stratosphere, but with women so keen to emulate them, it seems their stars are on the rise. Are strippers the new superwomen? I am woman, watch me strip! It used to be, you weren’t a real woman unless you had a kid. Now it seems imperative to learn to dangle upside-down on a pole. If pole dancing is fitness, (and I’m not saying strippers aren’t talented acrobats) then why are students entering competitions in stripper gear and featured at consumer events like the recent Naughty But Nice Sex Show? When I asked Aradia Fitness co-owner Tracy Gray how “fitness” includes the vinyl thigh-high spike heeled boots she said, without a shred of irony, “They help grip the pole.”

Stripped-down celebrities

Stripper culture’s bleed into the mainstream has been enthusiastically led by some of the most popular celebrities like Carmen Electra, Britney Spears, Teri Hatcher and even Oprah, who took a whirl on the pole during one of her trend shows. Women are now staging stagettes at male strip clubs instead of going to see men take it all off. In an age of deconstruction of norms and traditions, young women truly seem to believe that this anything-goes-and-shows attitude is just an inherited right, fought for by feminist foremothers. New York journalist and feminist Ariel Levy calls this new breed Female Chauvinist Pigs: “She is post-feminist. She is funny. She gets it. She doesn’t mind cartoonish stereotypes of female sexuality, and she doesn’t mind a cartoonishly macho response to them. The FCP asks: Why worry about disgusting or degrading when you could be giving – or getting – a lap dance yourself? Why try to beat them when you can join them?”

If this is truly the trend, I’m a little concerned that we might be selling ourselves short. Each of us, after all, has our own instinctual sexuality that’s what makes chemistry so interesting. So, I don’t really get why we have to borrow someone else’s idea (or a whole culture’s one-dimensional idea) about how to be sexy.

What I was discovering, though, is that my own observations in the clubs were enhancing, and maybe even altering, my sense of my own sexuality.

On another trip to Brandi’s, I met Crystal, a lovely, tall brunette whom, you could say, initiated me into the “female” experience of male strip clubs. I joined her all-girl table to find out why they were there and she was only too happy to tell. “I love to look at naked women,” she said, adding that she appreciates the athleticism of the strippers. She had recently become engaged, but that didn’t stop her, though her fiancé didn’t ever care to join her. Leading me up to “gyno row” she asked me if I was married. No, I said. She leaned intoxicatingly close to advise, “Before you get married you should be with a woman, at least once.”

It wasn’t long after we sat down that the man next to me offered me five bucks to give to the stripper. Earlier, a couple of men told me they were annoyed at the presence of so many women, that it changed the experience for them. Not this guy. He was paying to see me interact with the dancer. Now, after reading about female chauvinist pigs, I’m wondering if my own behaviour makes me one. I’m certainly not consciously aware of recasting my feminism as “empowerment” to behave badly, but there was something exciting in this new and seemingly forbidden world. Here was a woman thrusting her private parts very close to my face. The pull to look was strong and I pushed the default Catholic shame aside. She looked the same as me, only intriguingly different.

Private dancer

Sitting with the twenty-something Crystal, it occurred to me that consuming pornography of any kind is fairly normal for her generation (hence the female chauvanist pig trend) while for me, in my mid-forties, it’s still in many ways taboo.

This experience, and Crystal’s advice, stayed in my consciousness so much that a few months later at Brandi’s, a little more inebriated than usual, I allowed myself to be escorted to the back, curtained area for my own private “non-contact” lap dance. My dancer, another brunette, was the perfect mix of athletic and feminine – petite with smallish breasts, a well toned, tanned and unmarked body. I found it utterly uncomfortable to be in a sexual situation without being able to touch and yet exciting to want to. She told me she thought I was pretty and I hoped she really did. Was this normal procedure? While there’s no shortage of men willing to escort me to the peeler bar to do my “research,” they sure are reluctant to admit to paying for lap dances, let alone to reveal the appeal. So I have no idea if this woman really liked me or if she was just earning her keep. But I do understand how a man, lonely or not, with a satisfying personal life, or without one might be flattered and attracted to such attention. No strings attached. Just a little harmless exchange of discretionary cash. What happens at the club stays at the club.

In an essay from What I Meant to Say: The Private Lives of Men, writer Ian Brown breaks his experience down like this, “I went to the club to bring lust into a more honourable place in my life, to normalize my desire, to make it less of a big deal. For a man, looking is part of his education. It’s one way he learns the difference between what he wants and what he can have; or between what he thinks he wants, is supposed to want and what he actually needs.”

Maybe that’s what I’ve been doing in the strip clubs; coming to terms with my own sexuality which I’ve always worried I placed in too high prominence; trying to understand what men want, why they want it and how I can give it; and dealing with my curiosity about women without having to consummate it. For now, I think I’ve had enough and I’m only too happy to leave these dens to the men who, at least according to some I spoke to, are hankering to reclaim their territory.

Carla Lucchetta is a freelance writer and TV producer. Her commentary on “the way we live today” can be found at HerKind.com. [Tyee]

We are acquiring power. But is it feminist or chauvinist?
By Carla Lucchetta, 16 Feb 2006, TheTyee.ca

So late last night, I went with a bunch of gal pals to the 10 p.m. screening of Magic Mike at Chinook Centre.

At least, that was the plan. However, we seriously underestimated the appetite of Calgary women for an abtastic serving of Hollywood man meat. When I went to buy a ticket at about 5:45 p.m., I was told the late-night sneak peek was sold out. Many indignant Facebook postings followed.

All week, we’ve been having fits of giggles in the newsroom as we chatted about the movie (and watched the NSFW trailer, purely for research purposes). For the uninitiated, Magic Mike is the latest Steven Soderbergh film. Loosely based on the experiences of its star, Channing Tatum, the movie tracks Mike, a guy who has it great working as stripper in Tampa, Florida. But he realizes that life can’t be all lap dances and gold thongs. It’s been getting solid reviews, with many a writer pointing out that exploring subcultures is Soderbergh’s wheelhouse, body glitter be damned. And it doesn’t hurt that the ad campaign includes the chiselled physiques of co-stars Matthew McConaughey, Andrew Pettyfer and Joe Manganiello of True Blood.

There’s one thing some reviewers have been missing, however. While there is bare bums aplenty, full-frontal is not Magic Mike’s bag. As FFWD Weekly’s Danny Austin wrote, “I know next to nothing about male stripping, but aren’t penises kind of the point?”

Umm, no. Most definitely not. In another lifetime, in a land, far, far away, I was known to frequent a ladies’ night (or three) with a gaggle of girlfriends. And back in the day, the male rippers in Vancouver went the distance, as in the full monty. However, the big reveal, as it was, always came up short (ahem). Ladies night is all about fun, not having some pencil pushed in your face. Not for nothing is there an emcee to goad the crowd on, to direct the groundswell of energy created by women letting loose in a safe environment and get everyone going. There are (were, I should say, not having been to a ladies’ night in more than 15 years) games, prizes and dance breaks so the girls could shake their groove thangs, too. Then, when the dancers were done, the bar doors would open to the men, who would try their luck in a room full of amped-up women.

In a NYMag.com article, Charlotte Cowles visits Hunk-A-Mania, the Manhattan location of a male-strip-club franchise. (When did this happen? As co-worker Gwendolyn Richards points out, “We really get the shaft in Canada. Actually, we don’t.”) Cowles talks to the dancers about their wardrobe, but other topics take over the undies debate. (FYI: briefs win.) “Really, the women look more at each other than anything else. They’re far more interested in snapping photos of themselves — sometimes with the strippers but more often just on their own — and their friends. The men understand this completely. ‘When a man goes to a female strip club, a lot of times he just wants the proximity to an attractive woman, and it’s a sexual thing,’ said D (a dancer). ‘But a lot of women who come here aren’t in a sexual mood. They’re in a silly mood and they want to share something that’s novel with their friends.’ Ironically, the experience winds up being much more about female friendship than it is about sex.”

That was totally true of my time at ladies’ nights. I couldn’t tell you a thing about the routines, the six-packs or the costumes. What I do remember is the good times I had with my friends, the shrieks, the laughs, the capital-F Fun. And I’ve also seen women strip. I used to work at a nightclub and would pick up the occasional shift in the establishment’s neighbouring pub that featured exotic dancers. Some men came with their friends and treated it like a social outing, albeit one with a smorgasbord of silicon on view. But the guys in gynie row (front and centre) weren’t whooping it up or laughing. Rather, all their attention went to the woman (or women) on stage. It’s like if they concentrated hard enough, the dancer would stop mid-routine, look directly at them and decide then and there that this was the guy for them. I always found it more sad than sexy. Double standard on my part? Maybe.

At ladies’ night, though, the dancers got that it was a lark, a bit of fun and something, that when you think about it objectively, is kind of ridiculous. I mean, dancing around in front of a crowd of strangers, removing your clothes in a routine choreographed to Euro-trash disco? How can you not laugh at that? One of my best friend’s boyfriends was a stripper, and one of the guys I worked with at the nightclub went that route, too. (Other male co-workers, it should be noted, were just happy to take their clothes off in public after a few hours of drinking. Must be genetic.) With the guys I knew, just like the other male dancers, the end of the routine was anti-climactic. The big “ta-dah!” reveal was generally followed by a quick cover-up and a little bow. (Note: that is bow, as in bend, not bow, as in gift wrapping, although that might be a fun way to end a routine.) Any protracted displays of the dancers’ equipment was inevitably met with averted eyes and flat-out “I really don’t need to see that, thanks”. We get it: you have a penis. Good for you! Now, let’s move on, shall we?

So while the girls and I are sad we missed Magic Mike Thursday night, we’re not upset that we didn’t get to see Channing Tatum in all his glory. Rather, the good-spirited camaraderie, the sharing of laughs and time spend with friends is what we missed out on. We’ll just have to plan it for a night when the other women in Calgary aren’t as eager for a ladies’ night of their own.

RUTH MYLES
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Channing Tatum has joked that Joe Manganiello likely has a sex swing installed at his home.

The two stars are good friends having worked on 2012 stripper movie Magic Mike together, as well as its sequel Magic Mike XXL which hit screens earlier in 2015. One memorable scene in the latest flick sees Joe’s character Big Dick Richie incorporating a sex swing into one of his routines, with Channing joking it could be a case of life imitating art – which may be embarrassing for Joe’s new wife Sofía Vergara.

“Well, I mean the sex swing was all Manganiello’s idea, he pushed for that,” Channing told Britain’s Heat magazine. “It gives me an idea of what goes on at his house. That’s what we wanted to do with this film. I never thought the first would take off like it did – I was astounded by the response, so we knew we had to do something that gave the audience more. So we just went XXL – we went for it.”

Part of the cast’s full-on approach saw them agree to don skimpy stage costumes for some scenes. Channing is glad he did it, although it was a terrifying experience.

“Those thongs!” he marvelled. “They seemed like a good idea at the time. We thought, because we were going out on this one last ride, why not have all of us embarrassed onstage in thongs. God, once you actually have to step out on stage in that thing, it’s a whole other playing field. One false move and the whole goods are on display.”

Magic Mike was loosely based on Channing experiences as a stripper when he was younger, but the 35-year-old feels a world away from that period. He may have donned a minimal set of underwear during that period, but he has vowed never to again.

“The difference is that I am not a 19-year-old kid anymore,” he laughed. “I am an old man and there is stuff you can’t get away with. I can honestly say that will be my last dance with the thong.”

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In case you can’t get enough of your favorite semi-fictional male exotic dancer, you’re in luck. After two scantily clad film installments, it looks like Magic Mike is indeed on course for its much-anticipated Broadway treatment.

Playbill reports that a reading of the musical was held last week for producers in New York City. It featured Curt Hansen as Mike and Will Swenson as Dallas, with Nick Adams, Christopher Jackson, Jon Rua, Steel Burkhardt, and Nikki Bohne also involved.

With a book by gay scribe Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa and a score by Tony-winning duo Tom Kitt and Brian Yorkey, neither a director, nor a opening date, has been attached.

Instead of retelling Magic Mike or Magic Mike XXL, the stage production will serve as a prequel to the films. It tells the backstory of struggling college student, Mike Lane, as he becomes the titular stripper we’ve all grown to love.

Although it’s been reported that Channing Tatum is on board as a producer, it does not appear that he’ll be showing any flesh in a live stage production. Nonetheless, the ensemble will undoubtedly feature a hunky roster of talent. So don’t forget the singles.

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Male strippers have never exactly been unpopular among the masses. They’re hot men taking their clothes off, after all. But with the sequel to Magic Mike erupting, ripped and glistening, on to cinema screens this summer, the demand for gyrating, barely-clad male ‘entertainers’ has reached new heights. Bruno Gabriel, who performed a raunchy routine at the Hong Kong premiere of Magic Mike XXL, is an industry veteran and founder of HKmen, a company that provides male strippers for hire. “I started to dance when I was 22, to impress a girl I liked,” he chuckles. “I answered a casting call in a magazine. Stripping was a hobby at first and then it became a full-time job.” With a sultry demeanour and an incredibly muscular body, a legacy of his bodybuilding days, it’s not surprising that Gabriel also juggles his stripping gigs with modelling and personal training jobs.

Born in Romania and raised in Italy, Gabriel stripped his way around the world before settling in Hong Kong seven years ago. “I moved around after my contracts ended to find new ones,” he recalls. “I travelled across Europe for a few years, I slowly moved to Asia and my last stop was Hong Kong. When I came here, there was already a market for this job and that’s why I stayed! I created the [HKMen] brand in 2009. I’m getting older, so now I’m looking to promote younger guys. I still have many bookings, but in 10 years the clients will want new guys and this is what I’m doing with this company – giving them what they want.”

Gabriel explains more about the client-orientated mindset that is, ultimately, the essence of being a successful male stripper. “We get pretty naked, of course! It’s an interactive show, we do party games involving baby oil and whipped cream. If a girl wants to touch you, it’s okay but you cannot touch the girl. You need to be careful.” He goes on to reveal some tricks of the trade. “If people like your work, they will come back! So, with shy clients, you need to be more gentle. Once I was at a party at a hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui and the girls were so shy they hid in the bathroom!”

Gabriel and HKmen are booked, mainly, for private events, such as hen parties. “We’ve performed on trams and boats! Mostly the girls who book us are locals who have studied overseas and have a European mentality, so they are comfortable seeing this kind of show. In Europe, they also have male strip clubs – but here you can’t find that,” he says. “People with a more Chinese mentality tend to not understand what we are doing!” When we ask if Gabriel ever ends up going a little further with his clients after a show, he replies ambiguously. “We try to not mix work with personal life. Work is work. But of course, that happens in any other workplace, so why not in our work too?”

The work schedule of a male stripper is predominantly from 8pm to 3am on weekend nights. In this window, Gabriel averages four to six shows. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. “I never feel that it’s boring or repetitive,” he says. “If the girls themselves are bored, you need to do something to change it up. Maybe they’ve had a bad day and you’re an entertainer, so you need to change their mood. Every crowd is different, every party is different. You just do your job. In the end, when you can see the people are happy, it’s the best thing you can have happen that day. Of course, getting the payment is important, too.”

As a male entertainer, Gabriel has been met with mixed responses regarding his career choices. “[When I say what I do], some people smile and say ‘What a nice job, you just work part time! It’s an easy job, good money, you have fun with the girls’, while others, they look at you strangely, like ‘What kind of job is that? It’s naughty, not nice’.”

But overall, Gabriel is unfazed by any stigma. “In the end, it’s entertainment,” he says. “You’re an artist. You don’t sell sex, you’re not an escort. You just go dancing and then you leave.”
Rhoda Kwan
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Favorite Movie Actor

Channing Tatum. The 35-year-old actor is best known for his portrayal as Magic Mike in the 2012 comedy film Magic Mike, and its 2015 sequel Magic Mike XXL, which he produced and was inspired by his early life. Tatum received critial praise in the 2014 drama, Foxcatcher.

Chris Pratt. Ana Faris’ husband began his film carreer with supporting roles in mainstream films. The 36-year-old achieved leading man status in 2014 after starring in two commercially successful films: The Lego Movie, a computer-animated adventure comedy, and Guardians of the Galaxy, a superhero film produced by Marvel Studios.

Johnny Depp. The actor, producer and musician is regarded as one of the world’s biggest film stars. Depp has been nominated for major acting awards, including three nominations for Academy Award for Best Actor. The 52-year-old rose to fame on the 1980s television series 21 Jump Street, becoming a teen idol.

Robert Downey Jr., Avenger’s Tony Stark was successfully portrayed by the 50-year-old actor. He has starred in several movies that have each grossed over $500 million at the box office worldwide. Downey has topped the Forbes list of Hollywood’s highest-paid actors for three consecutive years.

Will Smith. The 47-year-old actor achieved fame as a rapper under the name The Fresh Prince. In 1990, his popularity increased dramatically when he starred in the popular television series The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. He is now ranked as the most bankable star worldwide by Forbes.

Favorite Movie Actress
Anne Hathaway. Adam Shulman’s wife, the American actress, singer, and producer. In 2008, she won several awards for her performance in Rachel Getting Married, also earning an Academy Award nomination for Best Actress. In 2010, she starred in the box office hits Valentine’s Day, Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland, and Love and Other Drugs and won an Emmy Award for her voice-over performance on The Simpsons. In 2011, she had a voice role in the animated film Rio.

Melissa McCarthy. The American actress, comedian, writer, fashion designer, and producer. McCarthy achieved major success and fame for her breakthrough film role as Megan Price in the 2011 comedy hit Bridesmaids, which garnered her numerous award nominations including an Academy Award nomination for Best Supporting Actress, a BAFTA nomination and a Screen Actors Guild Award nomination for Best Supporting Actress.

Meryl Streep. A three-time Academy Award winner, Streep has also received 29 Golden Globe nominations, winning eight—more nominations, and more competitive (non-honorary) wins than any other actor (male or female) in the history of the award, five New York Film Critics Circle Awards, two BAFTA awards, two Australian Film Institute awards, five Grammy Award nominations, and five Drama Desk Award nominations. She was awarded the AFI Life Achievement Award in 2004.

Sandra Bullock. The 51-year-old American actress and producer. She is one of Hollywood’s highest-paid actresses, and is the recipient of one Academy Award from two nominations, and one Golden Globe Award from five nominations. She was named the “Most Beautiful Woman” by People magazine in 2015.

Scarlett Johansson. The actress, model, and singer. Johansson is considered one of Hollywood’s modern sex symbols, and has frequently appeared in published lists of the sexiest women in the world, including when she was named the “Sexiest Woman Alive” by Esquire magazine in both 2006 and 2013 (the only woman to be chosen for the title twice), and the “Sexiest Celebrity” by Playboy magazine in 2007.

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