Man, these people are sad! An expiration date as a woman? Jesus. Maybe an expiration date as a shallow person obsessed with surface appearances? Or maybe not, if you apply enough plastic surgery. Then you get an expiration date as a realistic-looking human people, right? Maybe someday someone will figure out how to do a self-esteem transplant that doesn’t require altering unrealistic expectations about what people are supposed to look like based on pop-culture fantasies.