I remember those iconic Blackgama fur ads, before fur fell out of favor. It was exciting to see which star they chose for the black and white photo, wrapped up in a fur coat. I didn’t know about fur; I just liked the glam ladies. They weren’t being trendy, they were old school. I would gaze at them with saucer eyes.

My day-to-day legend is my two-year-old Rex.  He can put something on that is boy-like or that is more usually suited for a female. He could stand naked and yell “poo poo”.  He always looks good to me. I’m just not good at judging him. Except when he bit my thigh on Saturday. I was pretty upset about that. But I digress.  Once you fall in love with a child’s sweet, open face, the airbrushed, faraway look of a star seems less intriguing.

Also, I’m so far now from having those pictures be aspirational as I truck along in my clown shoes that they have lost a lot of meaning.