Valentines and shallow bottoms

[smokingboot]

First, thank you to those mystery cupids who sent me valentines. I am pleased, bashful and slightly mystified!

Alas, this year I had no time to be a mystery cupid myself; time I would normally have spent in an internet cafe sending out cryptic and largely pointless teasers to people I like was instead spent in the University hospital on Warren Street. It's a long story.

More trauma came from my first view of the channel's ads I worked on. What is wrong with these people? I caught a glimpse of one just before I was rushed into a pre-show brief. They were all telling me how good it looked. I was the colour of margarine! They said it was the monitor. So I have just seen one of the ads on my home tv. *Holds head in hands*

Now I do not suffer from the seemingly very British inability to take a compliment; if you tell me I am wearing a pretty dress and I think so too, I will merely thank you and agree with you; I wouldn't put it on if I thought it was ugly, so I will not spiral into that graceless shuffle of 'What this old thing? I just threw it on after washing the floor with
it ...you think I'm pretty? Oh, that's just make up, I'm a gargoyle really ... you like my watch? I think it's horrid, I only wear it cos my aunt bought it for me ... ' I never get the point of this bizarre self abnegation. So when I say I don't look good, believe me I am not being modest, nor am I looking for reassurance. I am just stating the brutal truth.

I don't look good in these ads.

I look like a reject from the Human League.

Why do they all bang on about my hair? Are we on different planets or something? It is clearly far too dark under the light. I look as though I borrowed it off Marilyn Manson.
My freckles, fringe, and double chin do not help. Anything.

But the star of the show is undoubtedly the mole beneath my right eye; combined with the eyeliner the effect is very peculiar. The guy who shot the footage told me I was a natural. A natural what? Seventeenth century goth with no wardrobe?

I know, I know, looks aren't everything, and to worry about a few seconds of dodgy footage is shallow. Still.

Bottoms.

*sigh*

Shallow bottoms.

Comments

Stand and deliver (far diddly qua-qua)*

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

Like a refugee from the Human League?

I say revel in your inner new romanticism! Relive the 1980s, but with better music and more money. Wear suits with big shoulders!

*and yes, I know that was Adam and the Ants.

Perhaps you're right. After all...

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

(Aah. Ah-AA. AA-ah)

Ridikewel is nuffing to be scared of.

[mrtonylee.livejournal.com]

On a side note - just heard from an industry source about the SPIDER'S BRIDE and the U.S.

Well done!

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[semyaza.livejournal.com]

I used to have ambitions to look like a 17th century Goth and I have the photos to prove it. But a wardrobe is crucial.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Even if it's only to get lost in!

Certainly after seeing that running away forever to a valley of talking beavers seems a comforting option.
btw, photos? Do you ever let people see them?

[semyaza.livejournal.com]

They're so ancient, they're practically sepia-tinted. :)

The photos, that is, not the beavers. The beavers are slightly sinister.

[november-girl.livejournal.com]

I've known you for...(how many years?) and I've never noticed the mole!

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

It usually sits unnoticed in the world of freckles on my face and that is a good thing; however, our gallant cameraman has made it shine like a beacon; it's at the corner of the eye (the traditional name for a patch there was 'The Passionate One') so I guess I could follow Madonna's example and play it up, but it just looks odd!

[colonel-maxim.livejournal.com]

Big hugs you anyway

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

What? my reply disappeared! Never mind, thanks anyway.

[hybridartifacts.livejournal.com]

I suspect that few people will look at you in the same way you look at yourself. Besides, most of us dont look at our best when we are the colour of margarine anyway (I know I dont). Which was better? The seen at home one or the margarine one?
For what ist worth-heres my take on looks (either as seen naturally or on camera, which can do all sorts of odd perceptive tricks on us):
-if you look stunning, people either get jealous or see you as an object of lust and not much else. Either makes it hard to communicate anything of value as nobody is listening.
-if you look appallingly ugly nobody will look because you make them feel uncomfortable, and then they feel guilty and go somewhere else so its hard to communicate with them too.
-if you look ok (which is a comfortable range from humanly fanciable/good looking through to approachably ordinary and plain) people feel much more at ease with you and actually might pay attention to who you are and what you have to say.
-Most of us want to be in the first category, but fear we are actually in the second category, when actually we are in the third category. Which is the best place to be really.

Hope you are ok-a day spent at University hospital on Warren Street sounds ominously not like a good day at all.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I have definitely had better days!

Beauty is a strange subject; your three divisions make sense but in my experience, the same people who objectify the beautiful despise the ugly, and the third category is no safe place to be... those who envy need you to be below their own standard, their own sense of worth/attractiveness/esteem, and that is often frighteningly low.

My face was a more natural colour on the home tv, but that was no improvement! One thing the show has taught me is that you appear as the cameraman sees, no more,no less. To one, I am the quirky comedy girl, another (my favourite!) likes, to quote him 'the intelligence of the [boot] persona,' to another am 'intriguing.' To this guy I am clearly modern gothic witch, and that's OK..people just project...but he should have warned me that he was going to turn me into Mystic Meg!