The truly tortured poets, the real sickos, don't think stuff like 'my bf reminds me of a tattooed golden retriever.' They think stuff like 'what if you were grieving and then there was a weird bird'
'the ick' is the most protestant sexual concept in recent memory, with emphasis on asexual childishness ('the ick') and social/physical purity (be clean/nice, not cringe/gross). in catholic erotic theology, blood, embarrassment, shame and disgust can be incorporated into desire.
grouping two vastly different, deeply intelligent, human, and complex female writers together under some vacuous trendy label that flattens said complexities and signifies some vague one-dimensional coolness... yeah whatever