Don't Facetune Your Kids
Or they will probably end up hating you and themselves....
Fun news…Sicilian Inheritance is just about at 30k copies sold. When we hit 30k I may just get this tattoo. What do you think?
Keep spreading the word. I love all of you for shouting about it from the rooftops. We have been named best beach reads this week by the New York Post and US Weekly, both publications that I devour like candy.
The latest fun thing I am doing is adding a secret cannoli in one book every time I do a bookstore signing.
There is one secret cannoli in DC RIGHT now. We have signed copies at both Politics and Prose on the Wharf and East City Books. If you buy one with a secret cannoli I will send you a secret and totally weird Hot Sicilian prize.
I’ll be at Boswell’s in Milwaukee on Thursday and at the Milwaukee Italian Festival on Saturday! COME SEE ME.
Now onto Facetuning your kids (does that give you the heebie jeebies because I have the heebie jeebies just writing it).
I don’t facetune. I don’t really edit photos at all any more except maybe a nice, regular old filter. I don’t even crop. Mostly because I want to show more real life and less fake life.
I remember very clearly being on a plane with a work colleague about eight years ago when facetune was first on the scene. I was sitting behind her and could see her phone through the crack between seats. I watched her facetune her face for two hours straight….shaving milibytes off her nose, lightening her hair, erasing tiny red marks. And I want to say that this is a woman who is fucking stunning in person and in pictures. And she was obsessively editing herself on the screen to present a different and what she believed was “better” version of herself to the world who followed her online.
And I have never ever thought about Facetuning or editing my children. It seems downright dystopian. And yet, and yet, and yet. It is apparently a thing some people do and The Cut has a wonderful piece about it that will make you want to die.
