The author expresses a sense of revulsion towards the superficiality of frequently seen Hollywood stars, both male and female. Despite their conventional attractiveness, they lack depth and intellect, which makes them appear ugly to the narrator. This emptiness underscores a broader critique of societal values that prioritize appearance over substance.

Moreover, the narrator finds disappointment in the idea that regularity can exist without any deeper meaning or intrinsic beauty. Instead, they suggest that the chaotic and imperfect aspects of humanity are more appealing than the polished yet shallow personas of the stars, highlighting a preference for authenticity over mere visual conformity.