The photographs they took at the store last week came out in the local arts/culture paper. Candice and I modeling some of the clothes we sell. They weren’t too, too embarrassing, but there was one that stuck out in the kind of way nobody would want it to.
I guess I was trying too hard. I think there were one too many Tyra-isms going through my head. “Gotta look fierce in my jean jacket,” but I didn’t manage to pull it off, because that’s not a look my face can make. Instead it read, quite literally, “POSER.” In the picture I’m looking over my shoulder, holding onto a backpack strap, staring straight into the camera, with too much foundation on my face and lip gloss on my tight-lipped lips.
I thought it’d be best to beat everyone else to the punch, so I posted it on Facebook and said, “This is my Sears face. Searsiously.”
People ‘liked’ the photograph. But when comments like “Hahahahaahaha,” “LOLOLOLOL,” and “Every time I see it I laugh,” started popping up, it occurred to me that it wasn’t ok for anyone else to laugh at this and said, “Hey! These Facebook friends are actually huge assholes.”