The Beautiful Animal Face

I occasionally display what a friend has helpfully dubbed the Beautiful Animal Face. If your imagination is aided by familiar proxies, picture any acquaintance with unfortunate hippie tendencies. The Beautiful Animal Face plaintively asks, "Look, we're both smart-asses. Right? But can't I just shelve the sneering for a bit? Are we really so jaded? Can't I just drop the ironic bullshit, right here, and gaze a bit into the auric light of the setting sun, the strong wind driving my eyes into a flattering squint? Can't I set my jaw, and quietly assert-- without fear of mockery or sardonic reprisal-- that the orca is a beautiful animal?"

The answer comes whistling from the barren hills: "No, you douchebag."