Take My Picture
You've probably never noticed before (nor have you any reason to care), but I'm not really a fan of having my picture taken. Ever since I was a little kid, I've been running from cameras. This drove my mom nuts—still does to this day. Ironically, I ended up on the other side of a camera, taking pictures of what others were doing. This, I did not mind. It was (is) great, actually. Making other people famous is fun. The way I looked at it, this magazine had nothing to gain by having my picture show up all the time—especially when I can put somebody else's pic in print instead! And it worked out well for me, too, since I don't like having my picture taken (or shown).
But my publisher, Steve vonSeggern, has handed me a mandate: I must start showing my mug in editorials. And like the wonderfully policy-abiding employee I am, I was only too happy to cooperate. Actually, metaphorically speaking, I went down kicking and screaming and am probably one of the last editors to adhere to this unspoken rule. But you'd be amazed how persuasive employers who pay you money every two weeks can be. Therefore, I'm happy to comply.
So, this is me. Here I am. Take a picture! Are you looking yet?
I have complied.