a dystopian future novel where when teenagers come of age they are sorted into what spice girl they resemble, but one day a girl was sporty and baby
I do not care if you think I am beautiful. Your feedback or evaluation isn’t needed. I also do not care if you think I am not beautiful. Your feedback or evaluation isn’t needed there either. If you leave a comment on this column about how you don’t like my haircut, or don’t think I’m that pretty anyway so how did this story even happen, that tells me that you have a problem with control.
That’s where feedback and evaluation come from—a feeling that you have been wronged and that something should be done to better suit your tastes.