We all have skeletons in the closet — secrets that’d make us absolutely die if they were exposed. There are sins in the darkest corners of us that we work and strive and bleed and sweat to keep there. Our lives devolve into nothing more than keeping some things hidden and saving face. None of us like to look marred or imperfect, especially in front of our peers, so we exhaust our lives trying be perfect and look perfect. It comes as no surprise, though, that when imperfections arise we squash them and chastise their owner. Scandals are turned into stories and people into pariahs. We’re a one-strike society — there’s no such thing as strike two and three. Mess up once and you’re cut off.