Cute or hot?

Hi kids. Ariel here. Sorry we've been MIA. Ken got held up by INS after a particularly spectacular donkey show in TJ and I'm currently suing my plastic surgeon for giving me Tori Spelling boobs instead of Pamela Anderson's. Anyhoo, there was an article in the NY Times recently about "the cute factor." (I'd link to it, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna pay $3.95 to those capitalistic liberal whinebags. Great newspaper, tho'.) Reaction to "cuteness", from puppies to babies to panda cubs, was quite astonishing, making the viewer want to squeal and jump up and down and squeeze the shit out of the thing, whereas beauty would elicit wariness, seem cold and unattainable, and cause the viewer to be slightly intimidated or, in my case, exceedingly resentful. Cute is cosy, comfortable, tugs at your heartstrings and makes you want to take them home for dinner. Hot is whoa, danger-danger-danger, I'm so nervous I'm gonna throw up, he would never go for someone like me, who the hell am I kidding, where's my therapist's phone number?

So tell me. What would you choose? C'mon, surprise me.
BTW, a big fat kiss from me or Ken's donkey (your choice) if you can name the two chicks above. WITHOUT googling 'em.