It seems there is a certain cache associated with being psychologically impaired. Unlike a physical deformity, psychological shortcomings seem rather to enhance our credibility than interfere with it, and a certain admiration loiters, unspoken, for those whose daily life is tarred with madness. Or perhaps this occurs only when the psychological intersects neatly with the physical, when illness creates a physical form that is simply at the height of fashion.

Whoever said that big is beautiful was, it seems, speaking wistfully, if today