I am a new liker to your page. I have a question. You are The Angry Agony Aunt. However, in your picture, your lips appear to be slightly upturned in somewhat of a grin/smile. My question is Why? This grin/smile does not appropriately appear to reflect the Anger part of your title..."
This is the best question I’ve ever received. If there’s one subject I know better than any other, it's the subject of my failings as a human being. My Facebook profile photo is a living example of my confusing and contradictory life.
When I first started my blog, I thought it’d be a great idea to have an Angry Agony Aunt logo. After I spent all my disposable income on advertising, I only got a few Facebook ‘likes’ and one guy asking for an ‘Angry Aunty’ to spank him while his wife was away on business. I immediately ditched the logo and replaced it with a ‘help’ sign. This sign confused readers and they started unsubscribing in droves. I was staring down the face of the first Facebook page in history with negative ‘likes’.
Then someone suggested I upload an angry photo of myself. I begrudgingly took 50 shots and passed them around my 'friends' for feedback. Nasty comments included:
- ‘you look like you’re about to pass a bowling ball’,
- ‘you look so crazy, I’m afraid you’ll shoulder charge me through a glass window' and
- ‘how did you get your double chin to do that?’
After this brutal assessment of my looks, I wiped away the tears and cleaned up the broken glass from the window. Then, a couple of days later, inspiration came.
I had an argument with my current boyfriend about something I don't remember. But after that argument, I made a very angry breakup video. (I’ve kept it just in case of emergency). In a gentle and loving voice I say, ‘hey baby, I just thought I’d send you a message… you’re a sad and pathetic wannabe. You’re on track to die a lonely and poor middle-aged bald man. Don’t ever ring me again and for god sake, wear a nappy when you go to bed.’
So the photo you see today is a screen shot from that video. Sure, it may look like I’m all love and smiles but this is me at my passive aggressive best. The lesson here? ‘Angry’ comes in all different shapes and psychotic sizes.
