I, on the other hand, think I feign a lack of concern about how I look, but I know I care.
We had some impromptu promotional shots taken for a newspaper house ad and I showed them to Kris. She didn't like my mug shot because she said I looked like I was laughing about breaking wind. I didn't like it because my clothes were rumpled and I had stubble on my chin.
My colleagues thought it captured my personality, so I relented and chose to not have a re-shoot. (I still think I should do it, if not for my own sake then to make my wife happy.)
Now my press card from when I started at the paper has a regrettable image of me taken after I'd gone a few weeks without shaving.
(I had a bad case of poison ivy on my face that had healed to the point where I was ready to finally ditch the facial hair.)
If I'd only gone ahead and done it the morning I'd thought of it instead of planning for the next day, I wouldn't still have a press card with the visage of a dorky Asian pirate with horn rim glasses and a goatee.
The image gracing today's column was taken almost 10 years ago. Make that 10 years and 20 pounds ago. If I can't be toned and svelte in real life, at least I can be in print.
It's probably time for a new picture, but I'd like to wait until I'm ready.
Contact writer Philip Maramba at phi...@dailymail.com or 304-348-1248.