Sunday, May 11, 2014

Puppet




I do what they call "real people modeling" because, you know, I'm a real person... and it pays pretty well.  Also, it appears that, for a handful of companies, I represent a momentary quintessential mom, nurse, doctor, pharmacist, business person... even though I'm not really any of those things.  

The puppetry of modeling is usually easy and relatively fun.  They dress you, do your make up, feed you -- and you usually get to hang out in a beautiful house or on an immaculate set of some kind.  Every once in a while you end up in an office, a hospital, or a store, but you're still generally handled with the best of care.  I say generally because modeling isn't always as glamorous as one might think (of course).  Acting like a mom to child who doesn't want to be there, not messing with all of the products sealing your hair and face into place, being really happy about the earpiece or tablet or medical machinery you're "using" while being told to stand over there, sit down, smile, get the kid to smile and interact with you, move to the left... "Can you look at the product?", "Just act natural, like you're hanging out (in a million dollar living room with a bunch of strangers starring at you in clothes you'd never wear)", "Smile a little more", "Too much smiling, try being more serious", "Can you move your hair?", "Can someone move her hair?".... 

The last three modeling shoots I've done have included, almost getting lice from one of my "kids", awkwardly starring at boobs smooshed into a mammogram machine, and getting hit really hard in the nose by another one of my "kids" who misunderstood how to appropriately tell the interrupting starfish joke.  

:P

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Kindness

...it might just save the world.  

As I was carrying a heavy bag of laundry from around the block to the mat, a man walked by and noticeably noticed my struggle.  He kept walking.  It didn't bother me that he didn't offer to help, but it did bring to mind the many men in my life who would've offered.  I was right on his heels for the next half a block when I went to hoist up my bag and one of the straps came loose.  It didn't break completely, but there was a big ripping sound, and the bag dropped a few inches making it significantly harder to carry.  A woman's voice from behind me hurriedly said, "Can I help you with that??"  I said, "Oh, no, it's okay."  She replied with, "No, let me help you.  At least let me take one strap and you can take the other."  I turned and saw a small woman, maybe in her 60s, smiling and taking the other handle saying, "I know what it's like to carry a heavy load -- I live over here on the third floor."  Her name was Jane.  

Jane taught me two things.  

1.  It doesn't matter how big, small, young, old you are, anyone can lend a helping hand, including me the next time I see someone in struggle.  

2.  As familiar as kindness can be, its impact almost always surpasses expectation.