How I Became a Stock Character
It all started when I got the email with the pictures. Like other faculty members with an outdated online profile picture, I was asked to make a visit to the university photographer. Given that I’m sporting a sweatshirt and damp hair in my current photo, this request seemed reasonable.
But the problem is that I actually like my current picture because I look like I don’t care. I tried to go for this look again, showing up for the photo session in a ratty black shirt. Kind of an edgy, anti-The Man look.
The end result, as I just discovered, are photos that capture a middle-aged woman trying to look cool. There’s me in a ratty black shirt against a blue marbleized corporate backdrop. I’m trying not to smile too hard, but it just looks like I’m emotionally wounded.
What bothers me, I think, is that I recognize the person in the proof sheet as a Type, drawn in Shakespeare’s pre-Cougar ladies like Cleopatra, who like to preen and be affirmed as all that. A woman whose age makes vanity a little embarrassing.
Now we’re familiar with this person in a regular comic context: Cougartown, Stephanie Dolgoff’s My Formerly Hot Life: Dispatches from Just the Other Side of Young, Tina Fey’s bit with Justin Bieber on SNL, etc., etc.
There’s nothing funny about those pictures of me. But I think I’ll send them to my friends just to make sure.
Monday, September 6, 2010
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WHY have I not been sent this photo? I need to see it, obviously. I swear I won't laugh at you. I love you too much for that.
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