You could argue that archaeology is an inherently sexy profession, and I wouldn't quibble. Although most field expeditions consist of people in large khaki hats brushing dust off tiny ceramic shards, there is always the possibility that one of the shards might be paranormally cursed. The entire team of archaeologists might start speaking Mayan and attacking each other with trowels. Seriously. I mean that.
Cuz we're studs.
And studettes.