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In the event of the apocalypse, I would like the story reported on by ridiculously attractive French news anchor Melissa Theuriau. She could tell me that all life as we know was about to die horribly and I could handle it because she’s so hot. And I really think there’s an industry for all bad news. If someone was going to tell you that you only had a year to live, who would you rather hear it from: ugly boring doctor or painfully hot woman (or hot guy, tranny, whatever floats your boat)? I’d go with hot woman. And since most strippers are at least marginally attractive (it does seem to be one of the few pre-requisites for the job), why not take them out of stripping, put them in the hot nurse’s outfit, and have them deliver the bad news?

And it doesn’t have to be just strippers. Porn stars and hot actresses who haven’t made it yet, and really any good-looking woman can apply for the job. And while bedside manner and ability to explain the finer points of the bad news would clearly not be universal, the hot ladies with these skills would theoretically get more work and get more money. While there are concerns about confidentiality, I would gladly waive my right to privacy if a woman as fine-looking as Melissa Teuriau was going to be the one to tell me that the flesh-eating bacteria was gonna finish me off in a few hours. She could even tell me through glass. No hug necessary.

Tags: hotness, humor //