Clementine posted a must-read dissertation yesterday on the prevalence of "perfect" people on the blogosphere. You know the ones: the people with important careers, wonderfully decorated homes, tons of friends, fabulous clothes, ideal husbands, etc. The ones who make you feel maybe a little bit bad about yourself?
I just wanted to say - in case anyone thought it - that I'm not one of those perfect people. I like clothes and putting together outfits, but if you run into me in San Francisco the odds are pretty good that I might be dressed schlumpy. I like cooking, but I've made a some disastrous meals. I like entertaining, but I've hosted parties where no one's showed up. I live in a fun city, but I spent a lot of time watching TV and eating mac 'n cheese in my pajamas. I have an overbite and the figure of a praying mantis. I wore headgear in elementary school, for pete's sake!
I may be a "fabulous little lady in a big city" but I'm still a real person. My goal here is never to make someone feel even a little bit bad about themself. If you ever feel that way, visualize the headgear. Just wanted to let you know!