I lived with a girl one summer who thought she was a flaming hawt babe. Wore way too much makeup and not enough clothing. (Settle....setttle.....). I had to remind her that Vincent van Gogh was not beautiful and that even the palette knife of paint could not make him more beautiful. Because she was not cultured, the reference flew right over her head.

Some of the best days of my life were when I went to school with no makeup on and no one gave a flip.