Just the other day I went to an establishment to pick up sandwiches for dinner and the young lady making my family's food had a giant, black and blue hickey on her neck for all to see. When my young daughter asked me, "Mommy, what's wrong with her neck," I was not only disgusted, but also disappointed that such an appearance is acceptable. Perhaps a collar turned up, a scarf, respect for one's own body should be suggested.