I am not pleased, and so I’m giving y’all “bad smell face”.
Also known as “fart face”, “stink face”, “gay disapproval face”, and “mother-in-law face”. I think everyone is familiar with this look. Its the look that a lot of gay men adopt when they are unhappy. It tends to look like they just caught whiff of someone’s rancid air biscuit. Hence the name.
Although this isn’t completely restricted to the gay community, it is used quite a bit by my peoples. And it seems to be the bitchier sort of queens that have it down to a science. With them it takes on a much more ‘withering’ quality.
I usually can’t do the look very well (because I end up laughing) so this is as close as I could approximate it today.
The reason I’m busting it out even though it detracts from my rockin’ bangs? My blog comment stats– or lack thereof.
Like most bloggers, my self-esteem is directly related to the number of comments that I receive on a daily basis. Comments equal popularity. Comments mean you are liked. Comments fill my empty inbox (literally AND metaphorically).
Lately, however, I’m only getting like onesey-twosey sort of comment totals. This does not please me. It makes me sad, truth be told.
And a bit pissy.
Whenever I visit another blog, I try to drop off a comment. It lets you know I’ve been there and appreciated your blogwork enough to take 10 seconds out of my life to type something pithy. Yes, I’m gracious like that. And I guess I sort of expected the same, dare I say, courtesy.
But evidently my expectations were misguided, which is fine. I completely understand. You don’t like me. You don’t like what I write. I get it.
Smell on YOU.