Tuesday, March 20, 2007
(10:18 AM) | Claire:
Cockblocked From Every Direction
I must say I feel a certain vulnerability and sadness after posting a photo. Readers can no longer fantasize about a cuddly sea otter or a mysterious, potty-mouthed woman. In some ways, my picture has served to put limits on your imagination-- perhaps to extinguish your mental images of my classic beauty, my shy smile, my long flowing locks, my plunging cleavage. I'm sorry if I have let anyone down. That was not my intention.As this is the Tuesday Hatred, I do have a couple gripes:
I hate that Almeida hijacked a very productive and flattering comment thread about the Kotsko/Claire picture. I urge all of you to visit Unfogged and once again steer the thread toward comments about my beauty and Kotsko's smokin' hotness.
I hate that I effectively cockblocked myself by bringing up my blog several times at the now famous St. Patrick's Day party.
I hate that when someone at the party asked about what I added to the Weblog, I replied,"Rigid discipline."
I hate that the guy to whom I said this responded with a knowing smile and said, "I think I understand."
I hate that instead of interact with the many swingin' singles in attendance at the party, I used about a half hour to drunk dial Ben Wolfson.
I hate that by the end of the night I was reduced to absentmindedly shoving Peeps in my mouth and stealing a leprechaun's hat.
I hate that the more I drank, the less interesting the party guests seemed.
I hate that after posting the famous photo, no one has approached me with a contract for a blogging reality show.
I hate that Adam used a comment thread to tell me he is pregnant.
I hate that Brad and I are in charge of the baby shower.
As always, I urge you to visit Richard. It's better than therapy.
