A bit brighter and more innane

Here is a list of slightly grotesque and deeply implicational people I am attracted to (in no particular order):

1) George Plimpton
2) William F. Buckley Jr.
3) James Watson (the one on the right...he always seems to be on the right, v. strange)
4) Stephen Hawking (quite a popular one. Our society is sick)
5) Sir David Attenborough
6) This is just so sick and wrong, but Anthony Weiner. I hate my loins.

I have removed Ira Glass from the list, as apparently he was recently offered a spot on People's 50 Most Beautiful People. Simply will not do for this list.

...I will continue my list as I run across them. Please add your own nauseating crush!

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