Is the ballerina dancing for an audience of angry men?

The main shower in this house comes with one of those faux-marble interiors, where patterns are randomly worked into the surface (it came this way and we have never bothered to change it).

I have always stood in this shower stall happily admiring what I recognize to be a ballerina in front of me. She seems to take life with a leap and a bounce -- a nice start to any morning.

But today I looked cheerily at her and saw, for the first time in 17 years, something else: she is surrounded by angry men! She is trying to bring joy, but it is a struggle! Take a look at my photos below. Is it just me, after a night with too little sleep, being dragged into a macabre circle of fiends, or were they there all along?