“I’d like the girls to look like bonbons. Pale and pink and smooth, with a delicate sprinkling of sugar. I want them to emanate vanilla and roses. Peaches and cream. They are to be as flawless as a sugared almond’s coating. Do these girls exist?” “Why, yes they do,” whispers the fairy godmother, and with a tap of her wand upon each head, the girls walk the runway.
" I think if you don’t really like a girl, you shouldn’t horse around with her at all, and if you do like her, then you’re supposed to like her face, and if you like her face, you ought to be careful about doing crumby stuff to it, like squirting water all over it. It’s really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes. "