The Cranky Professor

This lady was seated at my table at a recent event.  I barely talked to her because she sat so far away from me, but she seemed very nice.   I was super fascinated with her glamorousness.  Let’s take a look:  That’s a shiny purple leather jacket with strips of fur peeping out at the seams, collar and cuffs.  She has SEVERAL very large turquoise nugget necklaces and giant matching earrings.  She’s got a lot of upkeep happening:  colored hair, lots of makeup.  You can’t see this in the picture, but she’s rocking the kind of lipliner that makes it look like she just had an intimate encounter with a chocolate bar.

Part of me wants to be her when I get old — she’s a diva.  She still gives a shit about how she looks, even if it might scare small children.  The other part of me says “does she look in a mirror before she leaves the house?”  Sometimes the line between glamor and scary clown is very fine.