They're all on the SF Chronicle's Sexiest Fictional/Dead/Alive Men List.
This actually made me look up Peter Sagal's picture. I was surprised. I expected a spry, sarcastic looking young man. Well, he's spry and sarcastic looking.
And Totoro? Do you really want to go there? Here's his entry:
Totoro (animated forest spirit, Hayao Miyazaki's "My Neighbor Totoro"): He's not really a man; he's more a giant, furry Blob of Cute, but he can fly. He belongs in the sky. We could belong to each other.
As for Derrida, not really my taste. Although I've always found this rendition of him hilarious:
Foucault, I think, was much hotter. In a Nosferatu sort of way. How could he be left out when Edward Said made the cut?