When I was that age I wished death on Julie Friedman, whom Nick Rhodes had married (not really death, just remember writing on my notebook cover that it was a "dark day" lol). Yes, my favorite was the fey guy who always and still does wear makeup seemingly all the time. Very Warhol. [True fact, though: through my preteen/barely teen infatuation with them for a year or two, I learned about Andy Warhol, Roxy Music, all of pop art, and Voltaire*, which springboarded me into a lot of lit and art in general, and also resulted in my reading
Candide in 9th grade and impressing my teachers when I did some report on
Candide,
Siddhartha, and
Crime and Punishment. :-) Those were the days.... Fr, though, they might have been real or fake artsy types, but at least they dropped some real culture references.]
* and probably also a lot too much about sex, one-night stands, etc.
Objectively, though, John is probably the hottest, though Simon, when not piling on pounds or singing cringily sharp, is up there.
My two best friends when I was 13 and I divvied them up - I claimed Nick, one picked Roger/Simon, and one took John. Nobody liked Andy.
I saw them in 1983 (1984?) on the Seven & the Ragged Tiger tour (FORTY-ONE YEARS OLD GOD - my dad took me and my girlfriends, and left the arena during the concert bc it was loud and boys in makeup kind of unsettled him, and then I saw them again almost exactly 30 years later. That was neat. Weird to think of the time passed, but neat.
Look at me, it's 1983 again!
My mania passed before 10th grade and I moved on to edgier and more sophisticated and of course broodier artists, but those 81-84 years were gold.