I'd empty a large container of Morton Salt on it.  I am so very weary of these attention sluts.  Really.  I would NEVER date one, let alone marry one.  
What, pray tell, is the point of being "beautiful" on the outside when the soul is so fuckin' gross a fly wouldn't land on it not even to take a shit.  
To me, this describes this Monica Brant creature.   I want nothing to do with such a being, such a foul creature as one whose entire existence is live to pose, pose to live.  
Monica is now crying cuckodile tears.  Yes.  I said it.  Cuckodile tears.     Gross.