Some friends on a message board share this flaw with me. Please note director M. Night Shyamalan. I find him really cute and attractive - until he opens his mouth, writes something, directs a movie, or perpetrates an entertainment-based publicity hoax.
There's no explaining it. It's like my affection for braunschweiger, which is fatty pig liver full of nitrates and nastiness. It's bad for me, it does terrible things to my arteries (not to mention my breath)...but I can't help liking it.
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