If you're hot, you're hot. It doesn't matter about your colour, ethnicity or race. But all hell has broken loose this week after US men's magazine GQ has come under fire for its '100 sexiest women of the century' list, which categorises some women according to their race and ignores the heritage of others.
Critics (well, haters) have slammed the magazine for suggesting that women of certain ethnicities are only 'sexy' in relation to their own race, while others are deemed universally attractive.
Some argue Beyoncé and Gisele Bündchen are considered hot irrespective of their African-American or Brazilian roots, while Frieda Pinto and Zhang Ziyi have been crowned 'hottest Indian chick' and 'hottest Chinese chick,' and my favourite; M.I.A was crowned hottest pregnant Sri Lanken.
So what, I say. It's all a bit of fun.
Suck it up and celebrate the fact that women of colour are being recognised for their beauty, with an African American, Beyonce, winning the entire poll ahead of English rose Kate Moss and all-American Jessica Biel.
To be called a "pretty black girl", I wouldn't take offence. I guess it's just one way of describing someone. However to be called "pretty, for a black girl," is something different altogether.
I don't think the GQ poll is racist, otherwise Beyonce would not have been voted number one. I don't think the article was written to cause offence, but perhaps they should be more careful with categories next time.
Beyonce won Miss Millennium, and let's face it, she might not have been too enthralled if they called her "hottest African-American". Unless she was too busy 'miming' the Star Spangled Banner at Obama's Inauguration to care, that is...
When it comes to the GQ poll, some people are always quick to say, "It's political, or racist", but those are the people who probably wouldn't approve of any beauty polls or beauty pageants. Yes these polls are shallow, and they're fickle, but be real, we're all addicted to them.
Women spend thousands of pounds each week on magazines to find out whose the hottest celeb out there right now. How to get a body like Kim Kardashian's, hair like Kate Middleton, and people are even having cosmetic surgery to get dimples like Cheryl Cole and butts like Nicki Minaj.
Most lads on the otherhand love to admire a hot woman, be she on Page Three of the Sun, or even better for them, ranked in a poll for FHM's High Street Honeys, or a bit more upmarket in GQ, with Beyonce almost busting out of her cropped top on the front cover ahead of her upcoming Superbowl gig.
It's in watching Oscar nominated films like the brilliant Django Unchained and Lincoln that we realise just how far we have come - from the days when people of colour couldn't even mix with white people, let alone grace the cover of a top magazine.
In the 90s you would be more likely to see Beyonce and Destiny's Child on the front cover of 'black magazines' like Pride or Black Hair. Today the likes of Rihanna, Beyonce, and Freida Pinto are gracing covers of mainstream magazines, winning campaigns for leading hair and make-up brands alongside English roses like Kate Moss and Cheryl Cole.
So I don't know about the rest of you, but I'll be popping a cork to celebrate all the hot women of every race being recognised rather than buried at the back of a poll. You go girls!