Sometimes even just the appraising looks get to me. Men looking you up and down deciding whether they would fuck you, their eyes crawling all over your body uninvited. I'm not talking about a quick check-out, I'm talking about the ones who feel entitled to stare openly, and there are many. There are some days I wish I…

I imagine that this year, Adam Levine's party is gonna go something like this:

I'm going to go out on a limb and say Cornelius didn't match his profile either (i.e choking women).