So I’m getting my official photo taken today. I really hate getting my picture taken. Part of the problem is that when I was much, much younger, my older brother told me that when your picture gets taken, a little bit of your soul got sucked out–and as proof, submitted that models were always airheads. (I don’t know why soulless was so easily translated into brainless.) In any event, I never believed him. But since my older brother was basically in charge of the family (Courtney mentions oh so casually), I had no choice but to obey his wishes, which meant that every time Dad took out his camera, we had to scream and run away and hide, or make faces so ridiculously contorted that Dad would give up on getting a decent photo.
The problem is that habit persists today, even when I wish I wouldn’t. Well, not the screaming and running away part–today, I am paying someone actual money to take pictures of me. No; the part that’s still there is the making faces bit. I don’t know why it is, but I always manage to have the dumbest look on my face when people take pictures of me.
The worst part is when people try to reassure me. “What are you talking about?” they ask. “You look perfectly normal in that picture.”
AAAHHHHHHH!!!!! I look like that all the time?!
You know, I used to be suspicious of all this stuff about your alpha older brother making you do things. I couldn’t imagine anyone who could make the formidable CM toe the line like that. Now that I’ve the man in person…um, yeah. I get it, totally. 🙂
Just drink beforehand. Yes, wine is the answer. And cheese. Say cheese. 🙂
Nevertheless, have fun.
Cuz you will never be as young and as beautiful as you are now! (Life sucks, don’t it.)
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It is true. It is also why I will never change my author photo, not even when I am ninety-five.
Tessa, incidentally, my blog keeps thinking your comments need to be held for moderation.
I have no idea why it hates you! I must make it stop.
But in any event, you observed the phenomenon whereby he walks into a room and my entire family–INCLUDING MY PARENTS–suddenly starts leaping about trying to get his attention.
Well, in defense of your brother, it was an actual problem in the late 1800s/early 1900s when anthropologists and their cameras went to places like New Guinea. Maybe he was channeling his inner anthropologist. 🙂
Will you post your pictures on your site? I’m sure you’ll look wonderful!
And I must add that the photo you have up now is already so beautiful, I am positively spring green with envy.
I really need some professional photos done one of these days. Like Sherry says, I will not be getting any younger or better looking. The one I have now was taken by my 11yo son in my office; not exactly what you’d call top drawer portraiture (although all in all, he did a pretty good job).