One tenth of one hundredth of one percent Prettier

T caught me with a facial mask on this morning. He's used to seeing me with a white mask, but today it was black, and alarmed him. He asked what it was, and I hadn't paid much attention to the ingredients but knew it was some sort of carbon.

T shook his head and commented on the lengths women would go to to look one tenth of one hundredth of a percent prettier. But it seems reasonable to me. Any amount of prettier is better than the alternative, right? But then, I also play the lottery from time to time. I have a hard time conceptualizing tiny fractions, so maybe my brain blows them up to make them comprehensible, thus rendering my conception of them inaccurate.