Admittedly, Enrique Iglesias is a cube of cheddar cheese deep-fried in oil squeezed from another block of cheddar cheese, and then dusted with parmesan. Simply put, he is cheesy. But look at him here and then tell me he doesn't move up like 100 spaces on the pop culture list that we all pretend not to have:
Can you think of one other self-proclaimed male heterosexual entertainer who would have done this? The ice cube I call my heart has melted.