Maybe I finally understand the conglomerate.

It finally occurred to me, a few weeks ago, that the conglomerate thinks of being beautiful as an achievement.

I'll try to describe this terrifying thought process which is so moronic that I hadn't thought of it, during all of the years that the conglomerate has TORTURED ME AND LAUGHED IN MY FACE ABOUT IT, SCREECHING JOYFULLY, "YOU WANT IT, BITCH, YOU KNOW YOU WANT THE WORLD TO SEE YOUR PUSSY!  WHEN WE WATCH YOU TIE NOOSES IN THE CLOSETS OF YOUR APARTMENTS SO THAT YOU CAN KILL YOURSELF, YOU'RE JUST BEING NEUROTIC AND MELODRAMATIC!  ADMIT THAT YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED BY ONE OF US, YOU FUCKING WHORE!  ADMIT IT!  YOU'RE JUST PRETENDING WHEN YOU TURN THE LIGHTS OFF EVERY TIME THAT YOU CHANGE YOUR CLOTHES, TAKE A SHOWER OR USE THE TOILET!  YOU'RE A LYING WHORE, AND EVERYBODY KNOWS IT!  WE'RE GOING TO TURN THE LIGHTS ON!  THAT'S WHAT WE ALL KNOW YOU WANT!  IT'S WHAT WE ALL KNOW YOU DESERVE!" 

The conglomerate thinks of being beautiful as an actual achievement; an achievement that is more relevant to a woman's life than anything else that she could be.