Sloppy Joan, teased since the fragile age of 6, was born into a household of neglect, of parents with restricted mental capacity. She arrived at kindergarten with soot on her face, graduated at 18 in tattered gown. No one told her she need not be concerned with Silver Spoon Barry's opinions. He's never lifted a finger to cultivate the pristine extravagance surrounding him. He knows of despair only when the fulfillment of desires is throttled by tardiness. No one told Joan her best is good enough. That the world itself knows entropy is beauty.