We give the beautifully repugnant and disgustingly delectable some recognition
Max Payne | Max Payne
How much of an antagonistic middle-finger to the irritatingly self-obsessed beauty elite would it be to spoil your own pleasantly cultivated physiognomy by screwing it up into a picture of total facial lawlessness. It's a radical statement that says: "I'd rather look like someone has smeared dog egg on my top lip than conform like a subservient man-gimp to society's superficial and incredibly boring concept of beauty." If Max Payne ever makes a return, we're going to demand that the signature vinegar stroke wince also makes a come back.
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I don't have the energy to really hate anything properly. Most things I think are OK or inoffensively average. I do love quite a lot of stuff as well, though.
