Getting everything you want all the time would be nice, but unless your name is Veruca Salt (and even she paid the price eventually), life is a series of trade-offs. You resist the urge to start a post-debate Facebook fight with your second cousin in order to maintain your sanity — and the peace at Thanksgiving. You buy a flight that departs at 5 a.m. because it's £150 cheaper than the rest. You hold your breath and slap on a mask that smells like hydrogen sulphide because nothing else gives you glowy, baby-angel skin quite like it.