For some reason, the thought of writing about things I love—“crush” on—came to me while I was on the treadmill. That was a million years ago when I was thin, in shape, and my knees were in working order. Some crushes are based solely on looks, because, well, I can be shallow. Others will be based on brains, because, well, there’s nothing like intelligence. However, I crush on everything: men, women, movies, fictional characters, inanimate objects, ideas, food: “The limit does not exist.”