Yesterday, the uber-fabulous where-has-she-been-all-my-life? (thanks to Fayza for virtually introducing us!) Gwen Bell asked a question that I myself had previously pondered:
My answer is always the same. Yes.
Why?
As I learned at my ten-year high school reunion, sometimes time heals all wounds. Sometimes we needed to grow up and out of who we were - or who we thought we were.
that high school was a barbaric rites-of-passage
thrust upon adolescents to cull the weak
from the herd.
Oh, fuck it. Sometimes a couple of Emmy Nominations and the following transformation doesn't hurt, either.
Then:
Now:
the slackmistress