All we’ve been hearing (or reading, serious dailies included) about Yingluck is how hot she is. Can’t we see past the hair and the fact she’s a woman? Clearly, the answer is no.Take the lingering fear of Jatuporn. The idea of simultaneously peeing ourselves at the idea of the bogeyman being in government and being secretly aroused by the PM is just too big a mind fuck. Throw in a pair of handcuffs, or maybe even Chalerm in a latex uniform, and we’re like, “Ah-ooh-aaah.” That’s not exactly a cool-headed view of politics.Or when Yingluck promised to boost the B30 healthcare scheme. We should have been weighing the pros and cons of deficit spending, but all we could think about was nurse’s is uniforms, latex gloves and K-Y. Now add to that the fact that she was making her Chiang Mai speech in the Northern dialect and we are munching on our fists just to stop from letting out small micro-orgasmic yelps as we watched, over and over again, on Youtube.And then she said she’d get rid of drugs in one short year. Our only thought was that it still leaves twelve blissful months of Kamagra and crystal meth weekends in The Yingluck Room. (It’s this place we rent out in Ratchada where the walls are covered with posters of her.) Call us freaks, but that’s how hot she is. It’s not our fault if the flesh is weak.Sure, Marco is quite a looker, too, and we’ve indulged ourselves watching his televised addresses more than once. But he’s just not that hot anymore. When he says he’ll raise minimum wages by 25%, we think of balancing the budget. When he promises 15 years of free education, we’re not exactly picturing him in a school uniform.It’s not a fair fight. But then again, it’s never been fair for women. So go ahead Yingluck, charm our pants off, but don’t let us down. When we first saw Sarah Palin, she lit a fire in our belly too, but after she started giving interviews, the chemistry quickly fizzled out.