don't tell me to smile |
Saturday, January 02, 2016
At what point do we develop schtick? Like, smiling on cue, playing to crowds, hedging our bets, making devils bargains? We will contest it on our own behalf, armscrossy and all, but we might not realize we demand it in turn. Do you know how much your approbations and allegiances cost for those who bank on them? Too much.