I’ll be honest: i f***ing LOVE my Snuggie. I know it’s a total gag gift, and when I received three of them from family members a couple years ago for Christmas, I should have laughed it off and donated them to charity. But instead I gave two away as re-gifts and held onto the bright blue one. It’s my favorite. I use it in the chilly mornings when I’m blogging and at night when I’m falling asleep watching Ink Masters. I love that thing. LOVE it.

However, I don’t love love my Snuggie, in a way that that could be construed as Objectum sexuality, a mental disorder that leads human beings to fall in love with inanimate objects. Like for example… the Statue of Liberty?