I have asked myself what sort of life, if life it be, one must live when time is spent firstly gazing at your girly bits, which in itsself involves an uncomfortable contortion of sorts, or a pre thought out purchase of mirror, noting the color change of them/it over a number of years and then producing a product that will take it back to the color which hers was but which may not be the color that anyone else's is.... She may of course have done a study, which would bring all sorts of marketing opportunities to the table. Puts navel gazing in a whole new category.