Maybe that's the whole teen oeuvre you know covering people in disgusting bodily fluids and whatnot.
You know we don't have any decorative sprigs of rosemary we're not placing little matchstick radishes onto an hors d'oeuvre... The food's gotta taste good. The concept's gotta taste good.
If you're into architecture and you're from the West everything is hors d'oeuvres for working to rebuild the Temple. Ultimately you're led there. You can't escape it.
When we consistently suppress and distrust our intuitive knowingness looking instead for authority validation and approval from others we give our personal power away.