In my twisted imagination, us women are all ravenous caterpillars trying to outcompete one another in a race to reach the highest, noblest spot… from which we ought to dangle our cocoon. We then emerge, each as Butterfly Beauties, with no greater purpose in life than to flit amongst pretty flowers showing the world how much prettier we are than…the flowers. But before that, you know that caterpillars do have enemies. So as Sun Tze says, know thy enemy, and yourself, and thou needeth not fear the result of a hundred battles. So this, is how the Soap Opera must begin.