Yesterday you may have seen my blog and thought, “Holy shit, Madame Weebles has lost her mind.” As you discovered, that post was written by this guy. But letting him guest post is obviously an indication of insanity on my part, so you weren’t wrong. Special thanks to Le Clown for an awe-inspiring display of profanity and crudeness, perfectly underscoring the points I made in my post on his blog.
Are we ready? All righty then.
You may have noticed that there are no photos of me anywhere on this blog. That’s very deliberate. I have no photos here, no photos on my Facebook profile, no photos anywhere. I like it that way because the only thing I hate more than having my photo taken is looking at photos of myself.
Lately I’ve been checking out websites of other patient advocates to get some ideas for my own site. They all have photos of themselves. It makes sense. It’s a very personal thing, helping someone with medical care. Potential clients might want to know what someone looks like, to see if they’d want to work with them. It shouldn’t be a beauty contest, but a picture can be helpful. Someone might think, “He looks like a nice person, I’ll email him for more info,” or, “She reminds me of that bitch I went to high school with—no fucking way am I contacting her.”
There’s no law that says I have to put up a photo, but it will seem odd if I don’t. It’s like online dating—if you don’t have a picture, people assume you’re coyote ugly or that you have something to hide. Or both. So I guess I’ll have to do it. I’m breaking out in hives just thinking about it.
For the record, I’m not a hideously disfigured freak. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) I can look in a mirror without shattering it. People don’t retch when they see me. I’m your basic garden-variety person. But I don’t want anyone to see my picture. I’m not especially photogenic, and I occasionally have flashbacks to when I was younger and people made unkind remarks about my looks. I may have grown out of that awkward stage, but my brain hasn’t. So sue me.
I’m considering putting someone else’s photo on my site. Yeah, I know, eventually clients would meet me and see that I look nothing like the photo, but so what? It’s not like I’d be the first person to do a bait and switch.
Or I could be an adult, suck it up, and use an actual photo of me:
I should not be so freaked out by this. But honestly, I’m finding this to be the most nervewracking thing about developing my website. Many of you have photos of yourselves on your blogs and/or Gravatars. The idea of doing that myself terrifies me. I admit it, I’m a big chicken. I’d rather have multiple root canals than show people a photo of me. It’s a very first-world problem—a luxury problem, if you will. It’s pretty fucked up.
Now whip out those violins and play that sad, sad song just for me.