Ah, but syntactically, it still separates the object as something acted on, and separate from the subject. What
is it to be an object, anyway?
Trust me, I do like science. I love engineering, and woodshop, and chemistry. I'm nuts about building stuff, and fixing stuff, and repairing. I'm emotional about it--the key thing about emotions is that they aren't allowed to affect, or effect, your results (sorry for misspeaking). But verifiable thinking really doesn't do much for me in terms of finding out who and how I am.
A computer's a lot more interesting when you know how it works--sure. Complexity is wonderful, too. But all these things that we know, just by being in the world, just by enjoying experiences as they make themselves known to us... all of that is worthwhile. I don't know more about a chair from its specs online than I do from sitting in it, nor do I know more about a dish from the recipe than I do by tasting it. And similarly, a world where the wind is not only a force, but also a feeling, a sound, the movement of a goddess moving through the trees (as presupposed in Ancient Greece) is more open to understanding it as it is.
Life is not less important to me because it is all I will ever have, and I do not love less because we are only matter.
But to say "you love them because of genetics, classical conditioning, and all of those things--you're a product of everyone else's choices! You have no free will! You're just a slave to your wants and desires :3 Nothing we do really matters at all, hoho" is brutal and empty, and cannot speak to the experience of what it is to love. Not from the inside--only from without.
And Freud thinks that fetishes develop because they're closely associated to things kids experience right before they see the genitalia of the opposite sex for the first time.
So what? What does that have to do for my proclivity for Eastern European mathematicians of middle age and weight? If I somehow ... experienced... an old man with chalk stains in his hair right before I saw my dad naked for the first time, yeah, that would be weird--but it doesn't really matter.
So what if your first orgasm was with a weight lifter? If you end up having sex with weight lifters, who really cares? There's loads of them! More than enough to go around. It's not like we've got a shortage or something.
Oh, and another thing:
No, you are not going to get a tabula rasa girlfriend. She's always going to have preferences, desires and so on, and there's always going to be clashes so that you can't train and condition her to love you like a slavish robot (this is one of the reasons why we tend to condemn pedophilia--kids take a while to figure out who they are and what they want for themselves). Pretending otherwise is ridiculous.
Besides, why would you want to screw a blank slate, anyway?