​И ещё, забыла, у Моран дико смешная глава про старение, ботокс и (удобную) одежду


“But the one thing I hadn’t reckoned with was . . . looking so sad all the time. Because—I didn’t feel sad all the time. In order to look how I felt on the inside, I would have to stare in the mirror and make a conscious effort to undo the sadness. If I consciously unpinched my mouth, relaxed my forehead, and held my head high again, a happier person would emerge, once again. But as soon as I forgot to relax, everything bunched up again into what I can only describe as a “deflated Lady Gruffalo.”

Some people have a Resting Bitch Face. I appeared to have its cousin—Sad Widow Surveying Her War-Ravaged-Village Face. I appeared to have Inherited Woe. This wasn’t an aging thing. This was . . . a trauma thing.”