I’m finally caught up on season 3 of True Blood, and I am one happy camper. At every turn, a new gorgeous hunk has been introduced. I’m still bitter about Mehcad Brooks’ character being killed off at the end of last season, but by my calculations, the addition of Grant Bowler and Joe Manganiello evens the score (yes, it takes the both of them to cancel out the absence of Mehcad… one for each of Mehcad’s massive, round pecs). Then add Kevin Alejandro, Theo Alexander, and James Frain, and True Blood’s hunk quotient is back in the black (a little ironically). All of this new hunk blood merely compliments the main course hotness of Ryan Kwanten, Stephen Moyer, Sam Trammell, Nelson Ellis, and Alexander Skarsgård. Finally, in the first four episodes we’ve seen the beautiful bare asses of Alexander Skarsgård, Stephen Moyer, Sam Trammell, James Frain, Ryan Kwanten (twice!) and depending on how you count it, Grant Bowler. Hands down, this wins the best hunk-casting for a television show… ever.


In addition to the very satisfying rear nudity, the two highlights among the new kids on the block, in my opinion, are Grant Bowler and Joe Manganiello. I’m a little torn as to which one is my favorite so far. In the spirit of everything in my imagination, someone has to be on top, and typically these sorts of situations are settled with a wrestling contest (again, in my imagination).

Massive, massive (did I mention massive?) Joe Manganiello looks like he could snap Grant Bowler into two pieces with a decisive drop into an over the knee backbreaker. Not many 6’5″ boys can pack on the astounding muscle mass and proportion that Joe is sporting. Picturing that body stepping over the top ropes and staring you down from across the wrestling ring would be an adrenalin rush of a lifetime.

Still, my money just might be on an upset victory for Aussie extraordinaire, Grant. Whereas Joe is almost too pretty to be believed, Grant looks like he’s built for serious business. I’d be tempted to sketch Joe as the (overly?) cocky, physically dominating juggernaut/face who’s never really faced serious competition until he climbs into the ring with Grant. Joe would probably play by the rules. When you can squash your opponents like bugs underfoot, why need to cheat? But I’d sketch Grant as an ice cold, calculating heel whose jaw might drop a little to be staring up at the behemoth in front of him in the center of the ring, but who would make it his personal mission to teach the big boy that no one, no matter how physically dominating, is invincible.

School’s in session, and someone needs a little corporal punishment.

School’s in session, and someone needs a little corporal punishment.



