Take as our case study, the world famous New Zealand comedy and music duo, Flight of the Conchords. Undeniably, they’ve got the goods in the face department. And yet, with our nation’s recent emphases on proper diet, exercise, steroid abuse, and cosmetic surgery, that beauty stuff’s as common as commas. No, the two antipodeans possess some unutterable and ultimately powerful else. An eldritch other, which has brought every woman of my acquaintance to discuss these two rogues in terms and tones more suited to the great classics of romantic literature. (Specifically, I’m thinking of certain titles I keep on an upper shelf, behind some luggage, in a plain cardboard box cleverly labeled “tax info.”)