The Evolving Hotness of Norah Jones

Stop right there: I am not trying to exotify hapas and coo about how hawt hybrids are. I am extolling the hawtness of one person who happens to be hapa (HTBH). Feel free to use the acronym HTB_ when you sincerely don't have a sexual fetish and have to explain that to others. Example: "I'm seeing someone who HTBA(sian) or HTBB(lack) or HTBL(atino) or HTBW(hite) or HTBR(ich)." I've coined it, but I shall let you use it. It's just that I saw this little bit on Norah Jones on NPR and I was just kinda struck by her. Kinda like when I was struck by her last fall on the Colbert Report, foxed out with a short 'do, mini dress and red lipstick:

I am always impressed by an Asian sistah who can be foxy without literally doing this:

Yes, we see you, Tila...We always see you. Norah's got a voice that melts butter on command, but remember, she used to look like this:

Sweet. Earthy. Like the distant, non-militant cousin of M.I.A. who just likes to chill and tickle the ivories. Here she is in her current state of hotness, performing at this year's Bonnaroo. Her presence must be awfully refreshing because that crowd no doubt reeks of rancorous B.O.

Maintaining foxiness amidst hippie stench? There is so much you could teach us, Ms. Jones.