After seven hours that are completely absent of any inkling of vulnerability or sensitivity, it comes.
What would your fans find the most unexpected thing about you?
Yiannopoulos stares at the marbled floor, shyly, before breaking into a thoughtful, knowing grin.
“My best friends in the world are all women, they’re all feminists, and they hate what I do for a living. They’re annoying,” he says, shaking his head. “And I love them.”
His face softens. It’s as if he’s momentarily forgotten his jawline and hair, Islam and the alleged radical, man-hating and overweight shadow that feminism’s cast over society.
“I really love them.”
And just there, just for a fleeting moment, Milo Yiannopoulos is a fucking cuck.