We love a bit of celebrity Schadenfreude, and nothing fits the bill quite like photos of celebrities looking less than sculpted. It reminds us that nobody can look gorgeous 365 days a year--even people who are contractually obligated to visit the gym daily--and that the lithe young things featured in magazines are the result of good plastic surgeons, great lighting, expert retouching, clever fake-tanning, and emergency tone-up sessions right before a big night like the Oscars.

Of course, every now and then we have an up-with-sisters pang of guilt for ogling with such glee the "Celebrities With Cellulite!" headlines on line at the grocery store. Which is why we were a bit relieved to see this feature accusing male celebrities of turning from "hunks" to "chunks." (Transatlantic translation note: Cliff Richard is a U.K. pop star who has had hit singles in every decade since the '50s. He's known for being an all-around nice guy and "hunky" to the right kind of woman--the kind who might have found the Beatles a bit too rock-star-ish and "out there." Em's U.K. mum, for example, has fancied him since the '50s.)

So here's a question: if your man didn't stand the test of time quite as well as Cliff--if, say, he got a little soft around the middle like Richard Gere or Pierce Brosnan--would you find a gentle way to tell him? Most of us would probably forgive someone who lost a little muscle tone during retirement, but what about a guy who threw in the towel on the battle of the beer belly bulge in his 30s? Would you rack your brains for a sneaky way to get him to the gym, or would you be relieved, considering it less pressure for you to look a certain way?