Aside from last Tuesday, when my office VCR broke right before Timmy the Living Doll was knocked overboard from the prom boat on Passions, the worst part of my job is having my co-workers mock my wardrobe. My new sunglasses are somehow "too Ray Charles," my black T shirt is "too Bruce Vilanch" and my raincoat "too Statler Brothers."
So I was pretty surprised when I got my first modeling offer. It came from Chris Bagley, deputy editor of W magazine, who wanted me to pose in a fashion spread featuring members of the media. I was chosen because Chris and...
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