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Killing Me Loudly

Killing Me Loudly

In which I ask my dear readers to decimate my vanity by voting for the best and worst photos from my book jacket headshots. My meager ego is in your hands.

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Jan 26, 2024
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For weeks, I’ve been complaining about my face.

Just in general, yes, and internally always, but these days specifically because I had to have a professional photographer (luckily, a friend) take some photos of me for my book jacket. (DAD TRUTHS, PRE-ORDER IT HERE!)

Many of you were skeptical. I got countless emails telling me that my face is gorgeous, beautiful, flawless. I even got a Facebook message from that one girl from college who told me I looked like Leonardo DiCaprio (don’t worry, I laughed in her face). The outpouring of support I received was heartwarming, reassuring, and—I can’t lie—ego-boosting.

Actually, I can lie. Because not a single one of you emailed me to talk me off the ledge, and to be totally honest, I can’t blame you.

I’m about to show you why.

Today, I am unveiling a handful of the nearly 300 photos I had taken (I told you he was a friend), nearly 295 of which are unusable. *Jerry Seinfeld voice* UNUSABLE!

Even better? I’m going to let you vote on them! Don’t hurt me.

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