I don’t think of girls as fetishes; they’re more like familiars.
(That’s a witchcraft joke. Because I’m deep.)
Also, in order to qualify as “abusive”, one would theoretically need to actually, y’know… abuse something. Outside of the wanton, brutal things I do to the poor English language, I’m afraid I’m far too lazy and/or indifferent to run around hurting things that aren’t enthusiastically asking to be hurt.
Except spiders. Fuck those guys.