I recently came to the conclusion I find Rosie Jones most attractive when she looks kind of trashy.  This should make me feel bad or guilty or something but it doesn’t.  Not really.  It’s not a judgement on her as a person but with celebrities, especially models I feel, exist as archetypes in our mind, or rather they fill a certain role for us.  We don’t know them, not really, and a model gives us less to know than anyone else and for a reason, so we can project.  So I guess that’s the role Rosie Jones plays for me, kind of trashy, sexy, British, busty, usually topless… and I mostly don’t feel guilty about that.  I mean, maybe a little, I did just spend all these words rationalizing it.  The point is I know it is puerile and I know I am being pandered to when pictures of her sucking on a Popsicle and falling out of her top show up.  It’s ridiculous.  My eyes automatically roll.  They still end up back on her cleavage though when they’re done rolling.  So I can’t protest too much.  Today I want to fuck Rosie Jones.

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