I have to admit something to myself.

I’ve been avoiding Henry Cavill.

I know that that is stupid. But here’s the thing: I’ve been coming across pictures of him, and I’ve had people tell me that really, The Tudors is mostly worthwhile because of his sex scenes, and … I just think my brain didn’t want me to go there. It’s afraid of breaking. It’s like “Hey bitch, I can only fit so much and you’ve got like 500 times more space devoted to Skarsgård than you reasonably should, and just look at that Cavill motherfucker. You know you’re going to go all berserker pervert about that.” Well, brain, it’s override time. My formerly unfailing ability to win at Trivial Pursuit might very well be compromised.