Be you a man, woman, child, beast, ghost, or of any race, religion, or creed, I think we can all agree that if given the chance to spend time with Ruth “Imma Get It” Wilson, you’d spend minimum eight hours with her and would probably do everything in your power to extend that time — including wine, more pizza, sparkling conversation, cigarettes, more wine, a bear trap in my basement, potential indictment on kidnapping charges. Whatever it takes.

Really weird how that dynamic shifts when we change names, huh? But it’s totally cool to talk about sexualizing and abducting a dude.

This is a bad article. It reads like a Tumblr post. You can do better.