I now share a house with my roommate, a cat and three dogs. This is not about the animals.
My roomie and I were watching ‘The Americans’ (an excellent show about the KGB in Reagan’s USA), and she was remarking about Keri Russell, who plays the female lead. (Quite a stretch from Felicity, huh?)
And she took note of a small imperfection on Ms. Russell’s upper lip. Not surprising, as Ms. Russell is quite beautiful. And inquired, “What’s THAT about?”
Being the know-it-all I sometimes pretend to be, I suggested it was an intentional flaw – as one may not notice beauty without a minor flaw with which to compare it. (I don’t remember, some philosopher…anyone? Bueller, Bueller?)
And my roommate, who is quite fetching herself asks me, “So, what’s MY flaw?” – with a big smile.
OOPS. Danger, Danger, Warning, Will Robinson!
Of course, she does have
them one, but I’m not about to tell her! Perhaps it’s constantly denying her beauty. A real modesty and self-deprecation that makes her even more attractive. After all, if she thought she was all that, she’s be insufferable.
But, please don’t tell her…