Now I know why Mike hates Tyra so much

I just got home. I changed into sweats and plopped down into a chair in the living room. Mom was watching the Tyra show. I should have known what I was getting myself into.

A young woman with Alopecia was talking about how commercials about hair made her sad.

“Okay, I can understand it being hard living with Alopecia, but don’t make it into a sob story and whine about commercials. That would be like me saying that commercials about sitting make me sad, since the invisible rash is on my butt today. Fuck, man,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Then the next girl came on. Tyra said something about how today’s show is about people living with debilitating issues, which sort of piqued my interest. And then the girl opened her mouth to tell her story.

“I don’t like my smile,” she said, as if the fact that she had a couple of crooked teeth was the most horrible thing in the world, as if she just couldn’t go on living with an imperfect smile.

I thought I might throw up. Seriously. How can you possibly sit there and dramatize living without smiling because you don’t like your smile, when there are so many people out there who actually have problems?

Now, don’t get me wrong. My little sister felt self-conscious for years about her smile, because she had an extra tooth and a few crooked teeth. But she sucked it up, got braces, and grew up to be the confident eighteen-year-old that she is today. (Her birthday was yesterday. Happy birthday again, little sis!)

I don’t exactly love my smile, either, but I don’t sit there and whine about it.

“What did you expect? It’s the Tyra show,” Dad said.

“Yeah, I know. I should have known better.”

We all dislike or even hate some things about ourselves. But demonizing these trivial things makes you look like an egotistic airhead. Hello, EVERYONE has imperfections. It’s what makes us human. Now, talk to me when you can’t walk because you have a degenerative disease, like Lou Gehrig’s or an especially aggressive form of Cerebral Palsy. Then, sure, go on TV in front of millions of people and talk about living with something that is debilitating. But don’t dramatize something that most people just deal with.

But we went to the same high school! Or: The Facebook tango

Facebook Friend Request: Omg, hi!! We went to the same high school, never spoke, but I’m gonna add you anyway!!

Me: How do I know this person? *looks* Oh. We went to the same high school. I don’t remember them… but evidently I must know them, because we went to the same high school and they’ve requested me over and over throughout the last week. *adds*

New Facebook Friend: Omg! I’m gonna start poking you and hitting you with pillows! Because it’s FUN!!1L And then I’m gonna invite you to Farmville and other such stupid Facebook apps because omg they are the shit!!

Me: *ignore* *remove* *ignore* Why did I add you? *ignore* *ignore* But it’s mean to delete you. *remove* *ignore* Fuck, ANOTHER damn pillow fight? The hell, I thought you were a dude! Only thirteen-year-old girls have pillow fights! *remove*

Annoying Facebook Friend: So, there’s this new Facebook app that asks you dirty questions about your Facebook friends, posts said dirty question for all the world to see right to your profile WITHOUT your permission, and requires you to add it to see my answer to the dirty question… And of course I’m gonna do it, because I enjoy annoying the fuck out of you and making you look bad in front of family and co-workers. Isn’t this fun?

Me: *puffs up to ten times original size, Jigglypuff style* WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?? *remove* *remove* I think I might stab you!!!

Annoying Facebook Friend: I didn’t get why you deleted all of my pillow fight posts and dirty question posts, so I’m gonna hit you with a pillow again. And again.

Me: Okay. I can either delete him from my friends, or kill him. But I don’t know where he lives, considering we never spoke — even though we went to the same high school. I still sorta want him dead though. But that isn’t legal, unless things have changed… *consults Google* Nope, still illegal to kill people. And I’m a bad liar, so I’d totally get caught if I tried it anyway. *goes to friend list* DELETE, MOTHAFUCKER!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Annoying ex-Facebook Friend: Omg, why did she delete me? We went to the same high school! *friend requests*

Me: *eye twitch*