
You know, I really kind of like Tammy Faye Bakker. I saw The Eyes of Tammy Faye with the brilliant M.E. Sprengelmeyer when I spent the summer rooming with him in 2000 and it really made me see her differently. Having said that, it’s no excuse for me to look

like her today or to bury myself deeper and deeper in cosmetics every time I get bored or agitated. Yes, I know. But it’s cathaaaaaartic. And amuuuuuuusing. Today I believe I look like a rock ‘n’ roll version of Tammy Faye.

I want to look like an aging rock star. I’ve been trying to look like an aging rock star. I want to look like Nancy Wilson. I want to play the guitar and kick ass, but I guess that’s probably a bit much to ask. Hey, it’s my midlife crisis and I’ll do what I want to (do what I want to, do what I want to)!
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