This is the cold comfort silver lining of our ugly times though. You would think, with Instagram and its endless feed of beautiful models of any shape, color or gender, that everyone would be overcome with paroxysms of delight. This is the opposite of what I am talking about though: it’s expected beauty; beauty-on-demand. The algorithm lazily recommends the same thing you liked months ago, like a dad giving his son a birthday gift, desperately trying to win his affection after the divorce.