Reason 74

Our bodies. Jason, you seem to be known by most Americans as the actor who happily flaunts his junk on screen. Skimpy underwear and a well-placed towel are your respective wardrobes of choice in Freaks & Geeks and Undeclared, and in Knocked Up you stand around outside after an earthquake completely naked with just your hands lovingly placed over your twig and berries. Of course, your most well-known nude scene is from Forgetting Sarah Marshall, where you gleefully perform the East-West, your penis swaying back and forth while a disturbed Kristen Bell looks on. I'm going to go out on a limb here, Jason, and aver that you don't mind being naked. Someone who parades around in little to no clothing in front of an entire cast and crew must be tipping the scales of self love pretty heavily in the right direction. Now, as far as I know I have never been filmed while naked and I am not about to volunteer to do so. I do, however, love my body and am not embarrassed by my Buddha belly, ashamed of my thunder thighs or worried about my head-to-toe curves. I am a strong Amazon women who won't think twice about squashing haters like little bugs under foot. So, Mr. Segel, when we finally get around to hanging out we can bask in the glow of our healthy body images and not think twice about letting our stomachs rest comfortably on our waistbands. Just please keep your clothes on.