I think it's sort of the hypothetical point where communism and fascism meet. They love tragedy, and they love surface beauty. You just watch it play out over and over in the media. It was the English edition of Glamour who were looking for stories of Iraqi war widows, but specified that they had to be attractive.
Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.
Choose to believe in your own myth your own glamour your own spell a young woman who does this (even if she is just pretending) has everything.
To me glamour isn't about being sparkly.
I don't need many things. I don't need glamour and attention to be happy. I'm very happy being settled and working my butt off and trying to win grand slams.