I realize that most readers
will not have experienced this moment, but perhaps I can describe it in detail sufficient
to make it relatable.
Imagine for a minute that your job requires
you to appear on the Alaskan version of C-Span every once in awhile, testifying on
legislation. You get dressed in the morning knowing every legislative hearing
is filmed, and that a legislative hearing is always a formal affair. You need
to look your best, so that’s what you try to do. You select what you think will be a
suitable outfit (and which looks good from the front), do your makeup, and
pluck your eyebrows extra hard.
But because you don’t have eyes
in the back of your head, you fail to realize that your bra is on too tight and
your shirt is too clingy, and that these two sartorial faux pas will ultimately
conspire to broadcast your back fat into the living rooms of 750,000 souls over a geographic territory of some 663,000 square miles.
It’s not a great moment when
you realize this, especially because you’re focused on the task at hand:
Properly discussing legislation before an intimidating committee of elected
representatives.
It’s not until you get back to
your desk and watch the archived footage of your testimony to check it for
error in both tone and substance that you discover the cameras were trained in
extreme close-up on your back fat for almost the entire hearing.
It’s only about ten minutes of
testimony, but you need to watch it three times before you can focus on the
content due to the BFD, or “Back Fat Distraction.” Being neither an actor nor a
back fat model, a sense of disappointment begins to sink in as you realize your
back fat is the undisputed star of this show.
Are there agents for back fat
models? If so, perhaps someone can put me in touch with one. I have a tape I
can send along.
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