Detroit Michigan Beauty Photography by Mary DuPrie
So we have a continuing saga going on and I have to say I didn’t really see it coming. I’ve always said it’s interesting to see how people interpret things. Me, I’m kinda literal. As in, Oh, I didn’t see that coming.
This is how I saw it…
- Beautiful letter stating you’ve won!
- The banquet is on such and such date.. The food will be fabulous
- Put on a tight black dress, thigh highs and stilettos
- Edit: shiny black rain coat with lingerie underneath, clothing optional
- Chit chat with strangers and eat average food (but say it was great, to appear more fun)
- Wait for your name to be called (such a sweet sound)
- Strut up there in your new pink patent leather boots… hummm
- Beam and say “Thank you so much” (because yes, you think you’re fabulous too!)
- Go home, make some enthusiastic love and admire your new plaque, trophy, badge, button, certificate, medal, very large pink heart… and my fav, those little gold foil stars
- Well, that’s I how see gettin an award (end of the night award optional)
It’s a good thing Detroit Photographer Blake Discher doesn’t think like me.
Singlehandedly closed a post with his thinking “follow the money”
I hear we’re living in a day and age when everyone goes home with an award… I’m torn on this issue. Why, because I was usually on the receiving end back in the day. I never considered all the kids that went home sad and depressed because they never won anything. I only cared about me, I felt superior, I admit. But now that I’m an adult my empathy level has gone way up. I do think “trying” and “showing up” can be rewarded for kids.
Maybe John never got any awards and just wants to share the wealth.
Or receive it