The truth about growing up
Formerly, when I was a reasonably young person, there were certain things about reasonably older people that I could not understand. Like, the slipping eyeliner bit. A well-groomed woman of a certain age, who was bandbox (i.e., model) perfect--except that the eyeliner on that one eye was askew. Just a bit, but enough to notice. How could she? Didn't she look in the mirror before she left home?
Yes, she did. And she noticed, but she just didn't give a shit.