Before their views on beauty or talent are given an ounce of credence, let’s see their pasty flesh, their hairy backs, their muffin tops, their distended beer guts. Let’s see them walk the length of the stage, confidently waving, knowing that millions upon millions of people are studying every curve of their body and holding them to an unreachable standard of beauty while caring none whatsoever about their minds or personalities or any good they’ve done in the world.