OK, I’ll say it: Meg White is damn hot.

I just watched The White Stripes concert DVD, Under Blackpool Lights, and while Jack White was wailing away on his guitar I sat there transfixed on Meg. Meg’s drums have a very raw, primal, masculine sound, and yet looking at Meg you couldn’t be thinking anything but the opposite was true. Her back is delicately arched, her head tilted to the side so that her hair can fall in her face. On a downbeat you can even see her pinky lift up on her left hand, as if she were at some fancy tea party. She could not look more sexy if she tried. And to all of those that say she can’t play the drums, well, they’re just jealous. She just makes the whole thing look easy.

Best of all, the whole time she looks like she’s having a blast. Which actually reminded me a lot of Ginger Rogers. I had watched some of her films with Fred Astaire lately, and again I was fixed on this woman doing what she does best while making the whole thing look like a quick rehearsal before the lunch break. I have a fantasy of getting dance lessons from this woman. Like Meg, some put Ginger down by focusing all of their attentions on Astaire’s effortless footwork. But as one critic famously said when asked which they thought was the better dancer, “Ginger did everything Fred did, only backwards, and in heels.”

Which brings me back to that smirk and smile both these women seem to have. It’s as if they know how good they are and are just marveling in how fun it is making the seemingly impossible look so easy. And I have to tell you, as a guy, that’s really hot.