This bandying about of passion has been bothering me for a while. Thankfully the excellent David Mitchell has nailed this heinous phenomenon. Ridicule is the least the perpetrators deserve. They actually deserve far, far worse. Or perhaps they're already living in a hell of undifferentiated emotion, mere husks of human beings? Making love to everyday objects in preference to their so-called loved ones, cherishing bland professional tasks rather than their nearest and dearest? Damn them, I say. Polluters.
H/t Tom Harris from the Daily Mash.