would write a large, descriptive review about how pain is not beauty because
that means that suffering is beautiful and therefore suffering is okay (Such
as, if you’re starving in a third world country, don’t feel so bad because that
pain in your stomach is beautiful… Though I’m sure those people would rather
have food than be told they’re beautiful, you see), but instead I’m just going
to do what I do when I see my sister-in-law:Look the other way and pretend like if I don’t make eye contact then it
can’t be real.