Lifestyles of the poor and nameless

I think that my job is an alternate universe known as "The Twilight Zone". Why do I think so? I went to a meeting yesterday with about 13 people. Let me start by saying that they are all very nice people; very witty and sarcastic. It was great. But as I started examining the faces around the table, I noticed that all the women had these suitcases under their eyes. I say "suitcases" and not just "bags" because I want you to get a sense of the magnitude of the problem. It was not just limited to the women at that meeting. So far, about 85-90% of the women I've met here have the same suitcase malady.

About a week after I got here, I noticed that I also started having these suitcases under my eyes. I thought that maybe it was lack of sleep or a side effect of waking up early. But even when I get 8-9 hours of sleep at night, I still have the suitcases. :-O

Oddly enough, the men here don't seem to have this problem. They've got the standard beer bellies/balding of middle-aged men, but not the bags. What gives? Why do the women look like zombies from Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video, but the men look regular? Is it something in the water? Hmmmmm.