 | Anthony Bourdain is that piece of black forest cake left out on the table amid the cigarette butts and empty bottles from the night before; you know you want it and you know you're going to regret it.   |
He is precisely the sort of nasty sub-prime intrinsic malcontent that always gets me seriously predatory and his concern-trolling of the dreadful Paula Deen was a masterclass in the correct treatment of egregious low-hanging fruit. I love his nonhairdo, random tattoos and shabbylicious realness and treasure the idea that he'd make me some really great profiteroles if I blew him in the shower. You couldn't take it home but why the fuck would you want to?
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