I was re-watching the Merchant-Ivory production of the Golden Bowl, by Henry James, and a single thought leapt to me. There are no bowls without cracks. In the story, a gold clad crystal bowl is presented as a gift, but it has a hidden crack, symbolic of cracks in other things in the story line. In our world we hunger after a life of perfection, without cracks. Women want perfect boobs that defy gravity, and trim waists that allow the most revealing fashions, because we have been told to want these things as being beautiful, and desirable. Men, increasingly, want 8 pack abs, and pecs to chip your teeth on, again, because someone, not themselves, said it was a good idea.