Stupid Animals.

Tell me this. Really. If you know, then tell me. Why exactly are we all so obsessed with the configuration of lumps and holes on the tops of our necks? Why do some of us scrimp & save our money for literally years to have the bumps and lumps increased or decreased by centimeters or even millimeters, while allowing other people on the planet to actually starve? The arrangement and hue of the long strands of dead cells that grow from the top of us and the need to remove the strands from other areas of our flesh fascinates us, but why? Is it our instinct to groom gone outrageously haywire?? We will even speculate about other sacks of bones & flesh, wondering if their protrusions have been voluntarily scraped off, bloated, rearranged or not. We sit and gossip while acting scandalized as we paint the dark circles from under our eyes with layer upon layer of foundation and concealer and powders... Pretty sneaky stuff, that makeup.

Which part of our brain forces us to obsess over this and decide which is the most physically desirable grouping of said lumps and holes? Surely not the same cerebral region that separates us from the beasts! We'll even break our bones to lessen the size of our noses. We'll happily inject chemicals into our lips and paralyze our foreheads or staple our wrinkles behind our ears- all to make them appear ever so slightly larger, smaller, smoother, younger or more 'rested looking' and we'll delightedly pay very dearly to have it done, even more if there is a reputable plastic urchin who can make it all look 'natural'.

How much can these things actually even matter on a grand scale? In the end, are we not still some of the ugliest, baldest bags of meat to occupy the earth? Think "Ashes, the hairless monkey." Gross, right? Or is it that somewhere, deep inside our psyche, we KNOW that we are even uglier than those fish with the light bulbs attached to their faces who lure curious prey to their eager chops, because they accept and embrace that bizarre appendage. Angler fish. That's what. (I didn't even have to google it- I just knew because I'm like a sponge full of useful information and ideas.)

What.

I know. She still looks hot. How depressing.