"Everyone's doing it," is a fine excuse. Even the lonely saint gets support from an invisible crowd.
Love the body? Hate the body? Let's not get too hung up on our means of conveyance.
Everyone mocks the idiot savant, but I'll take him any day over the idiot non-savant.
Is a cliché still a bad thing if Shakespeare used it first?
The lover knows the game is up if all the flower petals are the "she hates me, she hates me not" kind.
All grandparents love their grandchildren and think them special, while under their breath muttering, "But mine really are."
The trouble with eating healthy is that there's no room left for all the junk food that makes life worth living.