As a rambunctious six-year-boy, I cracked off half of a front tooth, earning the nickname of “snaggle-tooth”. As my mother told me, if you don’t mind, then it doesn’t matter, and I honestly didn’t mind.
For many decades, my wife encouraged me to have cosmetic dentistry, including expensive veneers, which I ignored. However, when she said it was important enough to her that she wanted ME to get cosmetic dentistry as a birthday gift to HER, I realized then that it was something I needed to do. Afterwards, I was not surprised it looked so good, because I had paid so much.
It was also a learning experience. Before my cosmetic dentistry, I never heard other people ridicule the teeth of those without expensive cosmetic dentistry. Afterwards, I did hear lots of unkind comments about those people. At first, my attitude was “who cares – its only teeth?”
Since I had spent all that money for dental work, my “new” teeth qualified me as an “insider” — who could be trusted with hearing unkind comments from those with good teeth about those with bad teeth. I heard jokes/prejudices I never heard before.
It made me wonder how many other secret prejudices I haven’t noticed and realized it is unknowable. Who cares?
The existential viewpoint would be that it is absurd to confuse vanity with chewing.