Sexiest Man Alive 2000
Once again you’ve done the impossible—you have managed to make Brad Pitt look terrible. The cover should have read Sexiest Inmate Alive.
Kristin Kobylka, Chatham, Ont.
Why did you have to use a photo of him that looks like he just got caught in a police lineup?
Celia Bean, Barton, N.Y.
He looks like a terrorist.
Richard A. Harmetz, San Diego
He looks like a homeless person.
Iris Lerner, Coral Springs, Fla.
I can only guess that this is Brad’s normal look since Jennifer’s new haircut!
S.D. Adair, Tulsa
Brad Pitt won’t look like a man ’til he shaves those goofy 16 hairs off his chinny-chin-chin!
Evelyn Hubert, Marengo, Ill.
Personally, I prefer a man who knows how to use a razor and a hairbrush.
Cheryl Fineron, El Paso
This unshaven, greasy-haired, dirty-looking person is the Sexiest Man Alive? You people have absolutely no concept of what constitutes sex appeal.
Marcy Coryell, Bay City, Mich.
Okay, he’s a cutie. Okay, he sounds like a really nice guy. Okay, he’s good to his mother. But he still needs a shampoo, a barber and a personal shopper.
Elaine Michelson, Fort Lauderdale
Brad Pitt? Yeah, right! Is Jennifer Aniston running this magazine now? The choice should have been Russell Crowe, Russell Crowe, Russell Crowe! Do a gut check and put a real man on the cover.
Barb Wolff, via e-mail
Is your staff so lazy they couldn’t research a story about someone new? How about a fresh hunk, say English import Jude Law; older, wiser and sexier Rob Lowe; sexy-in-pinstripes Derek Jeter; or even sexy home wrecker Russell Crowe? You really missed the boat on this one! Hey, you weren’t even at the pier!
Brenda Wilson, Dover, N.J.
I don’t find Russell Crowe the least bit sexy. Call me old-fashioned, but when a man has an affair with a married woman, the last word I think of is sexy. I realize Hollywood may have its own morality, but here in Kansas City we sort of frown on things like that.
Sandy Sisson, Winfield, Kans.
Although the other election may have been close, there simply is no contest when it comes to the Sexiest Man Alive. Brad Pitt is it! The fact that he is kind, considerate and nice is just the cherry on top of the sundae! Jennifer Aniston should be on your cover as the Luckiest Woman Alive!
Janet McGready, Brigantine, N.J.
What about Ricky Martin? You guys loved him last year, and now—zip! What does Ricky have to do to get back on your cover—work his way through every anorectic actress in Hollywood?
Tonja Jackson, Lynnwood, Wash.
PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE! Wesley Snipes, Tiger Woods, Denzel Washington and Blair Underwood aren’t the only men of color in the celebrity world. I want to see new African-American, Latino and Asian men make your cut. For example, Omar Epps, Jet-Li, Russell Wong, Jason Scott Lee, Tavis Smiley, Chayenne, Jon Secada and Michael DeLorenzo, to name a few. I hope you get the point: More color means less dull.
Trudy Hilton, Boston
That you have waited all these years to recognize that Jon Bon Jovi is and always has been the sexiest rock star on two feet is beyond me. I have swooned over him since I was a little girl, and he still makes me drool. Terri Bradshaw, Atlanta
Be still my heart! You have made my day calling Adrian Paul what I have always known him to be—sexy. Hey, Adrian, next year I want you on the cover!
Terri Hunt., Kyle, Texas
Many thanks for the Aussie tribute. My only bone to pick is that one of those Aussies should have been on your cover. You could have cut one body part from each of the Australian men and come up with something even more beautiful than Brad.
Trish Castro, Montebello, Calif.
You mean you can’t find anybody sexier than Jamie Oliver as your Sexiest Chef? Why not someone with true appeal, such as Tyler Florence, Masaharu Morimoto or Alton Brown? I’ve seen guys at my local McDonald’s who inspire more heavy breathing than your choice.
Georgia Hiesterman, Aurora, Colo.
I have been reading your magazine for years and have never complained, but now I feel it is my duty. The Rock is the sexiest man in the world.
Susan L. Spaniol, Midlothian, Va.
No Tim McGraw? Better luck next time.
Stephanie Wood, Collinsville, Va.
As a fan of John Mellencamp’s for over 20 years, I was thrilled to learn that John finally made the Sexiest Man Alive issue, albeit as Sexiestn Grandfather.
Carrie McMullen, Bethel Park, Pa.
During the past few years, I have been ascending to the peak of sexiness with no recognition from the press. Needless to say, I am outraged.
Glenn Riley, Cincinnati
Where on earth did you find that deer-in-the-headlights photo of Brad Pitt?
Barbara Laible, Ilion, N.Y.
Your article about Sue Huff and her hospice care for severely ill children affected me deeply. After reading about her and her team, can anyone say they don’t believe in angels?
Beverly Young, Boulder, Colo.
I had just left my doctor’s office complaining about the discomforts that come with growing older. After reading this article and crying the whole time, I imagined not growing older at all. I imagined my darling grandson in pain and not experiencing the joy of life. I was truly humbled and ashamed.
Kathy Malcolm, Lakewood, Calif.
My son Rory died in August 1999 of a rare soft-tissue cancer. He was 2 years old and died in my arms—at home where he belonged. Thankfully, during the 19 months of his illness we were helped by the Home Visit Nurses of the Children’s Hospital of Denver. They taught us how to care for our son and were available 24 hours a day. Thank you for sharing these angels with the world.
Susan Ivey, Aurora, Colo.
My friends and I have fantasized about the one person we would like to be marooned with on a desert island. Without hesitation, I chose Steve Allen. I fell in love with him the first time I saw him on the Tonight Show. He was incredibly funny, unique and talented. I envied Jayne Meadows for the years she spent with such a brilliant man. I will miss him.
Lois Patrick, Surprise, Ariz.
In 1964, at 16, I was raped by a classmate who held a razor to my throat. I was taught it was better to be killed than to lose your virginity, so I became suicidal. One night I was about to take a fatal overdose of pills and turned on the TV to distract myself from gagging. Steve Allen was about to jump into a vat of Jell-O. I started to laugh and forgot my despair. After the program, my dad bought me Steve Allen’s autobiography. It contained a poem he wrote at 17 about suicide. I wrote to him, and he wrote back, beginning a lifetime of correspondence. We finally met in 1990, and he gave me a hug. He was my earth angel, and now he is my angel in spirit.
Diana Louise Michael, Coon Rapids, Minn.