i noticed that too!
Fast forward ten years. I imagine her being dragged out into the light for her manacled weekly stroll in the prison yard. She squints through thick glasses.
She has a unibrow, a mustache, sallow skin with crowsfeet around the eyes. She has developed deep howdy doody lines going from nose to edges of her mouth, whatever bone structure she may have once had camouflaged by acne scarring from the terrible diet and her persistent habit of squeezing pimples until they become boils. Nevertheless, she bends over to whip her scraggly salt and pepper hair so that the greasy clumps have some volume as she walks by the slitholes behind which wild and rheumy eyes follow her and minds darkened by boredom shriek "jodi jodi jodi jodi." her new audience? No, her eyes never leave the 50-something burly prison matron who escorts her to the exercise yard.
"you have extraordinarily delicate feet for a powerful woman, you know. Has anyone ever told you that before? You know i'm an artist and i would be glad to do a signed portrait of your feet--i'm very good with hands and feet--all i need is a pencil and paper....and if you didn't want it you could sell it on ebay ----"
'shut your pie hole ms. Airy fairy. We ain't buyin' that b**sh** here."
count on it. Those guards are waiting for ms. I-demand-makeup.