GOSSIP GIRL IS THE PONY BOY OF THE AMERICAN APPAREL GENERATION

When women go beyond objects I get really sad and depressed.

I like their asses, eyes, feet, hips, lips, tits, pussies.

The way they move, the softness of their skin, their varying shades of hair.

But as soon as a woman talks I realize how trite and vapid she is.

And I can never view her as an object again.

I mean, it's impossible to appreciate glorious hips when they're attached to a larger being that tweets, votes, watches television, has shallow opinions, thinks Sonny Moore is a genius and Jim Gaffigan is 'amazing' and fits one of five female based stereotypes.

The moral is I try to keep my distance so the beauty can remain.