Sitting here, contemplating the shallow vapid core of modern society, while acknowledging that, yes, it is still a beautiful world, I came across this quote from Andrea Dworkin's book, The New Womans Broken Heart:
"I have no patience with the untorn, anyone who hasn't weathered rough weather, fallen apart, been ripped to pieces, put herself back together, big stitches, jagged cuts, nothing nice. Then something shines out. But these ones all shined up on the outside, the ass wigglers, I'll be honest, I don't like them. Not at all."