Please enjoy—and by enjoy, I mean hold in contempt while using as a reminder of why you're a womanist/feminist/ally—Judd Apatow answering Vanity Fair's Proust Questionnaire.
Make sure you take time to appreciate the super-duper extra specialness of how not a single woman makes his lists of living people he most admires, favorite writers, or heroes. Like most dudebros, the only women worth shit to him appear to be his own wife and daughters, i.e. the women he owns.
[Previously in the Apatowcalypse: Man-Child-Rising, Rise of the Dudebros, Dawn of the Dudebros.]