Being a skeptic doesn’t always inoculate us from having ‘a thing’ for a believer.
I’m sure that more than one of our readers has thought, “Jenny McCarthy has a turnip for a brain but, cor, I’d do her!” Maybe you’d like Uri Geller to bend his spoon for you? Perhaps it’s your local reiki master with the huge…biceps, or that redheaded psychic you’d like to f…eng shui.
Maybe it’s a biological urge to improve someone’s gene pool? Or at least give it some practice?
I know I’m about to become skeptically crucified, but my uncritical crush is…um, err…John Edward.
Oh, the humanity!
Maybe it’s those dancer’s legs, maybe it’s crossing over into skeptical illicitness, but sweet Jebus, I’d give him a lesson in critical thinking he’d never forget…
Who’s your uncritical crush?
The Afternoon Inquisition (or AI) is a question posed to you, the Skepchick community. Look for it to appear daily at 3pm ET.