You already know Jerry Lewis is a douchebag. His misogyny and homophobia are well established. There are even uncyclopedic entries on his douchedom.

But in some respects Jerry has not gotten the credit he deserves. He's also a patronizing ableist who's successfully promoted out-dated, prejudicial attitudes about disability. In recognition of this noncomplishment, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences decided to give him an Oscar – for being a humanitarian. As a disability rights activist, I'm sure Jerry considers me one of the "leeches. . . . Disabled people who are . . . bitter at the bad hand they've been dealt." Whatever. I've still gotta ask: Who's worse? The douchebag who spews this stuff, or the Board of Douches that gave him an award for it?

 I first learned about the French conceptual artist Sophie Calle from a friend who was dealing with a break-up.  My friend and I both have obsessive personalities, and she was finding it impossible to wrap her mind around the end of her relationship.  She was talking about trying to channel her experience into art when she brought up Sophie's work.   I was fascinated by Sophie's ability to turn her personal obsessive tendencies into powerful art exhibits that are soul baring without being exploitative.

In an attempt to add more "loves" to my usual "shoves," I wanted to tell the world about my crush on zinester, artist, and Bitch contributor Nicole J. Georges.

Read on for pictures and proclamations of love after the jump!