So last week, TFH called me out on her blog for my double standard when I requested more pics on her blog, specifically those from her wedding. Then both she and Carolina John made various noises on Monday’s post for me to post an occasional pic of myself or, according to TFH, at least a random appendage.
As you may have noticed, I don’t post photos of myself on this here blog. Well, that’s not entirely true. I have posted three photos of myself as a young whippersnapper (here, here and here) and one of my blistered palm from last summer. So I’m not that much of a hypocrite. Right?
Besides the fact that I’m a typical woman and am never happy with my appearance, the main reason I don’t post current photos of myself is because I desire bloggy anonymity. It’s the same reason why I try never to mention which university I attend though I’m sure some of you have already sussed that out from the various details I’ve let slip. Basically, I don’t want anyone here to find out I write this blog otherwise I wouldn’t be able to bitch about them so much. I also don’t want to screw up my future job prospects anymore than I already have.
If it helps any, the only thing of note about my appearance, as you can see in my childhood photos, is that I don’t look Greek. I take after my mother’s side of the family—run-of-the-mill white Americans with English, Scottish, Irish and German ancestry. So when people hear or see my surname and then look at me, I often get: ‘You don’t look Greek.’ Really? Thanks, Captain Obvious, I’ve never heard that before.
So yeah, that’s my deal. I hope that satisfies your curiosity. If not, tough. :)
Hurts so good
Last night I attended yoga again for the first time in two weeks. The regular instructor was away on holiday so instead we had a guy teaching the class. It was definitely interesting. He had us doing more dynamic poses—twists, contortions and precarious balancing. I felt a lot more twinges and aches in my body because of him but it felt good. That sentence has the possibility of being interpreted in a dirty way, but rest assured that was not my intent.
Okay, back to work for me. Have a happy hump day, everyone. I’ll catch up with you when I can.