There are times when you’re being a dick and you don’t even mean to. Like when I was a freshman in a basic drawing class critique and I asked why a woman had chosen to portray herself as a man in an assignment to do a self-portrait. Uh, she just wasn’t a skilled artist it turned out.
I just saw an ad for a new (to me, at least) NBC show called Whitney. I do not know who or what Whitney is. She looked a little like Natalie Imbrulia brunette, pretty, er, “older” like this would be a comedy about divorcee/cougar/spinster and her dating antics, like that Zooey Deschanel show (where the character is described as "an offbeat and adorable girl in her late 20s" despite the actress being over 30) but with a "mature" lead.
Except that Whitney is someone named Whitney Cummings and she’s…only 28?! What the…she totally had those sunken under eyes that I’ve developed recently. (So does Natalie Imbrulia who is only 36, it turns out—and only 32 in this photo—I thought she at least had to be 40.)
I did not mean to call this comedian who apparently has lots of videos that may or may not be hilarious (I can’t listen to them right now) and regularly appears on Chelsea Lately (I also have a hard time believing she’s only 35—maybe this is a conspiracy?) old—as if that should be an insult—I am just very confused. Being unable to discern youth from decrepitude (because the corollary to thinking late 20s looks like late 30s is that I must look much older than I realize) might be the first sign of early onset dementia.
I'll watch Whitney once. Just not online–I like my TV on a larged fixed screen. Possibly the second sign of dementia.