Geez... so many people get bruised up like bananas around here! I will be the first to admit that every time I leave my apartment, even if it's just to run downstairs to grab a cup of coffee to go, I do feel like I need to pull myself together before I walk out the door. I don't know if it's a New York thing, or if it's just a Me thing, but considering all of the people walking around outside on the street, and the probability of running into acquaintances, I just feel like I have to put my best foot forward every time I go out. I dread the thought of being out somewhere looking a hot mess, and running into someone I haven't seen in a long time, and making them wonder whether I have completely lost it. I'm far, far, far (did I say far?) from being a beauty pageant contestant, but I do try to make the best of the bad hand I was dealt.
Okay, I understand why Stevie and Christine look so (relatively) rough when they are off-stage. Surely there is a lot of work involved to get stage/camera-ready. But in Christine's case, she seems to almost go out of her way to look dowdy. It doesn't mean that she is any less of a person or that she is a menace to society. But if she gets pissed off when she sees unflattering pictures of herself in the tabloids, she has to take some of the responsibility for that.
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