A friend of mine said the following in her blog recently:
“It seems that without proper animation I have a bit of the old bitchface going on. I’m actually quite nice. This has been pointed out to me enough that it must be noticeable.”
I smiled at this not because it’s funny and charming, although it is, but because it reminded me of something I was once told. Back when I was in grad school at UNCG earning a useless M.A. in English Lit (basically a way of avoiding the real world after I’d gotten my equally useless MFA in Creative Writing), I lived for a couple of years in the Graduate Dorm.
One of my friends here was Jeff, a flaming theatre queen who looked like a young Freddie Mercury, and who went on to design sets for the Santa Fe Opera Company.
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