Proof for all to see of former boyfriends (or, even better, the boys who wouldn't give me a second glance but broke my heart just the same) swelled, much less hair and with wives/girlfriends far less attractive than I.*
Shallow? You bet. Vindictive? Maybe. Does it put a big ol' Cheshire cat grin on my inner 17-year-old self? Absolutely.
*See also "high school girls who never missed an opportunity to make my life miserable in boarding school." Except none of them are bald. And, with one or two exceptions, have actually evolved into rather decent human beings. And I'm delighted to witness that as well. And more than happy to be back in touch with them.