Let the 40-something hottie parade continue. Kylie Minogue has been the object of my (and three billion other men’s) affections for some time now. She’s not getting older, she’s getting hotter, somehow, some secret pact with the devil or something, I don’t know the secret, but every time I come across new photos of Kylie Minogue, like these slightly-too-artsy, but super sexy photos in Black Book magazine, I get weak in the knees and find myself defending pop music from critics who call it shallow and empty. Forty-two and hot and slinky and sexy. Shallow? Maybe, I care not.