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Fans

I have a love/hate…mostly hate…relationship with fans. (the ones that blow air, not the human ones)

It sounds fun and glamorous to have a Marilyn Monroe moment on set, but it is NOT.

Wind= 10,000mph. From all directions.

Dress = Revealing parts of me that are not “appropriate”

Teeth=Freezing.

Eyeballs=Sandpaper dry.

Mouth=4,000 strands of hair.

Photographer=Look Natural.

Me=…(leaving this blank for you, mom.)

(The only exception to this rule is when it’s 90+ degrees outside and you’re inevitably wearing ski jackets.

At these moments the fan is a lifesaver… and almost always broken.)

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