I love this statement and want to marry it and make manifesto babies with it. Then I want to lick it all over like the Jello Pudding Pops that Cosby ruined for me until they are restored to their former mass consumer dessert glory. After that, I’ll set fire to all the things I believe I can’t want because I’m not allowed to have them, and end it all with a GIANT FUCK YOU, I CAN.