“Do you know how much money has been spent on my face?”

It’s the sort of question—like “How old do you think I am?” or “Does this dress make me look fat?”—that no judicious man would touch with a ten-foot barge pole. Perhaps sensing my unease at being put on the spot so, my young interviewee-turned-interviewer graciously elects to relieve me of my suspense.

“About $25,000,” she smiles. It might just as easily have been a million.

The girl with the expensive visage is Jeanne ...