Ahaha, you know, I went back and forth with myself over whether to leave that as the title, since I don't mention that particular woman. Sometimes the associations for titles sit squarely in the no man's land of my brain and I'm the only person who can get to them.

But! That special I watched with the two women who were married to the Berlin Wall also had a woman in it who was in love with the Eiffel Tower, and they filmed her straddling one of the metal beams and proudly telling the camera that she wasn't wearing any panties and then moving a bit against it. So, you know, in case you were wondering if you could get off with the Eiffel Tower, you can!

I feel like at its core it has to be a subjective measure. The concept of crazy might not even make sense when held up to an objective standard. Like, most objective standards would measure that I am but not how I am, and those are important distinctions for societal groups. Even when it's just surface things like how much I weigh or what kind of music I listen to.