On Rule #5, more muscles, fewer muscles, or no muscles (the word “muscles” has lost all meaning for me now)

Okay: I’ve been hitting the Rule #5 pretty hard this week (along with the Rule #2/Rule #4 – not that anybody noticed). For a slight change of pace, here’s Hugh Jackman, all steroided up for Wolverine:

Yeah, he’s ripped. Started working out a year in advance of shooting the movie.

The product of his work is evident on screen – and at home.

“At first [my wife] was like, ‘Hugh, this is ridiculous, look at you,'” he [Jackman] said.

“‘I don’t know who you are – now get into bed,'” he continued, laughing.

I’m just wondering whether women like that kind of thing. The muscles, I mean. Not Mr. Universe-style: just big, ripped, showing through the…what, do you figure? Three percent bodyfat?

Or do women prefer more subtlety in their masculinity? Some Magnum P.I.-era Selleckianism, for example:

Kinda hairy, though. And you know what that leads to:

Or…oh, yeah. You know you want some of this:

Um. Excuse me, would you? I’m gonna go do a few push-ups.

Hat tip to Donald Douglas, who gave me this idea. Because he posted a picture of Jackman, not because he’s ripped. Or hairy. Or…whatever those guys in Wham! are.