In honor of ironyisalifestyle's fourth birthday, here's a little throwback to the incident that started it all.
Monday: “Hi Stacie, It’s Ron from Ford. Just letting you know that you have been put on hold this Thursday for the cover of Scientific American Mind. I will call you to confirm the booking.”
Tuesday: “You’re confirmed for Thursday. I’ll email you the call sheet.”
Thursday: “So we think we’re going to have your hair flowing out behind you and, like, pictures of your friends sort of bouncing out along your hair. We’ll just shoot a few different angles. Shouldn’t take too long.”
3 months later
"Hey Stacie, it’s Ron. Your Scientific American Mind issue’s out - go pick one up! It looks great. Commercial casting loves to see this kind of thing."
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This kind of thing.
What do you mean by this kind of thing, Ron?
Oh. Right. This is what he meant:
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I’m bald.
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I immediately emailed my parents to alert them of my plan to die slowly in a corner.
My dad responded quickly, assuring me that I was, “still one of the pretty people”.
My mother waited a day. Why?
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"I was laughing so hard, your dad said I better get it together before I talked to you."
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Fair enough.