Is the Ugly Life worth living?
As an orderly, I supply the muscle needed to keep a hospital going (you think these eggheads could move an MRI on their own?). I am justly proud of my body, as anyone who’s seen me on break knows: when the Feld’s not on duty, the Feld’s shirt isn’t on either. Someone once said, “Hey Feld, what’ll you do when you start to lose that six-pack?” I said, “Hey jerky, it’s an EIGHT-pack!”
Give credit where credit’s due. Then I gave that query some thought, and now I know the answer: kill myself.
I support Ms. Wheeze’s decision 1000 percent. She’s not only a Mannequin, but an inspiration to all us people who know it’s better to be a pretty corpse than an ugly live person (pretty live person is ideal, but sometimes we have tough choices).
