A: So, this hate-fuck convo on Twitter. What is this about?
M: Oh, I want to hate-fuck Robin Thicke.
M: A lot.
M: Not sorry.
A: That might be worse than Heather wanting to hate-fuck Tucker Carlson.
M: No it is NOT.
A: He is Alan Thicke's kid!
M: No shame in Dr. Seavers game.
A: His hair is not okay.
M: His...hair? What's wrong with his hair? Of all the things about him to find offensive. Hair?
M: I have none problems with that.
A: I mean, he's an overall douche, yes. Yes?
M: Oh, certainly. A dirty bird.
A: I don't know anything about him, just assuming.
M: I watched the unrated Blurred Lines video (NSFW!) and Chris was like, "aren't you offended?" and...nope. Turns out nope. I unapologetically love the song too.
A: I must have a hate-fuck of my own. I can't think of one.
M: I'm disappointed. Surely there is someone.
A: I'll admit I thought Adam Levine was grody until I saw him interviewed and then I was all, OH.
M: Oh God, Adam Levine qualifies.
A: He's funny!
M: I think the Robin Thicke video is funny. I'll just see myself out.
A: I have not seen the video because I AM A GROWN PERSON.
M: Also, come on!
M: Pharrell really likes the goat!
A: DON'T MAKE ME LIKE ROBIN THICKE.
M: It's inevitable.
A: Gonna watch this video. (again, really NSFW.) Hold pls.
M: Tick tock
A: OK, FIRST: Why don't my boobs look like that?
M: There there.
A: SECOND: I love Pharrell.
M: I love him too. Love love not hate love.
A: Love love. Okay, I just guffawed over, "Robin Thicke has a big dick."
M: Right? He's FUNNY.
A: THIRD: WHY AM I OK WITH THIS?
M: There it is.
A: THE GOAT.
M: I knoooooow
A: I am watching it again. I hate you.
M: *pats head*
A: I'm converted. I hate myself.
M: *throws confetti*
A: Should hate fuck be hyphenated?
M: Gosh, I don't know. I don't think that's in the AP Stylebook.
A: The Internet says its hate fuck and hatefuck and hate-fuck.
M: Well there you go.
A: I might be overthinking this.
A: Or over-thinking.
A: Should I star it through the whole entry or just the title? God.
(this is where things just devolve...)