Sad men adore thin women because sad men are pieces of shit. I'm not sure if it's like everyone thinks though, it's not about an obsession with or even an interest in the female body, if anything it's the opposite. Sometimes a woman looks like a waif, like the Marissa Cooper type, if you know who that is. Marissa Cooper was a real cliche, she was sad and used drugs and hated life and wanted to die and died. Sad men love these women, because sad men are terrified of life, and the only true reprieve from life is death. But a sad man's instinct is not to kill himself, for a sad man is a fucking pussy, so instead he drinks in a sad woman as she kills herself. Like she's just sitting there not eating and not ever doing anything that will change anything ever so this man can just stop, and just watch and forget that he's currently in a hellstorm and that he's currently lying down and crying like a little bitch. Instead it's no, now I'm just drinking in the sunset. I'm an artist baby, I have a true appreciation for the woman petrified by her own weariness. I'm a real fucking aficionado. Man, women like that, we call them ethereal or whatever but that's weird pedestal bullshit. Too perfect, too delicate, too fine, they're not too anything to exist in this world, they're barely enough. And you're too much. Who do you think you're kidding, kidder?