“Oh, how nice that you can just ‘wake up and wash your face,’” someone would write in the comment section or tweet. “And in New York, no less! I, meanwhile, don’t even have a face anymore. I had to sell it so I could feed my family during the worldwide pandemic you obviously never heard about. Now, when I try to eat, the food falls onto my lap because I don’t have any cheeks to keep it in my mouth with. Think of that when you’re holding your washcloth, you fucking privileged prick!”
