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Pet-peeve: Strangers who feel the need to comment when you aren't beaming like a cheerleader as you trek down the street. "Smile, honey, it's not that bad," they smirk. "Aw, why so blue, baby-doll?" they quiz—always, always with a side of creepy wink. What they don't realize? Expressionless is just my default and, pre-intrusive comment, my dirty look wasn't even intentional. (As my friend Lauryn puts it, "I'm not pissed, guy, it's just my face." Or, as a Glamour beauty editor said, "Just because you have two X chromosomes doesn't mean you have to walk around with a smile plastered on your face 24/7.") Funny enough, a beauty blogger has finally named this phenomenon: Bitchface. "Think twice before you think a person is giving you a dirty look, or is mad at you," she says. "Maybe they were just born with an unfortunate face." So, what about you? Suffering from a bought of bitchface?
Pet-peeve: Strangers who feel the need to comment when you aren't beaming like a cheerleader as you trek down the street. "Smile, honey, it's not that bad," they smirk. "Aw, why so blue, baby-doll?" they quiz—always, always with a side of creepy wink. What they don't realize? Expressionless is just my default and, pre-intrusive comment, my dirty look wasn't even intentional. (As my friend Lauryn puts it, "I'm not pissed, guy, it's just my face." Or, as a Glamour beauty editor said, "Just because you have two X chromosomes doesn't mean you have to walk around with a smile plastered on your face 24/7.") Funny enough, a beauty blogger has finally named this phenomenon: Bitchface. "Think twice before you think a person is giving you a dirty look, or is mad at you," she says. "Maybe they were just born with an unfortunate face." So, what about you? Suffering from a bought of bitchface?
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