Folks, sometimes it helps to think to life as an indifferent lottery. When it comes to looks, most of us fall somewhere near the middle of the spectrum: not supermodels, but not Swamp Things, either. This young woman lost the lottery. She looks like a wax sculpture of a lesbian gym teacher who was left in the sun too long and shrank into a squat troll. Her facial expression is appropriate, given her shitty, shitty luck.
But I must express my gratitude to this caricaturist who, despite what I'm sure is a natural tendency to glamorize his subjects, chose instead to take the moral high road by drawing an accurate rendering of this really, really unpleasant looking child. What is true art if not an expression of humanity's honest experience of the world?
