Confession: This picture Regan colored for me provokes a wry grin on the outside, and shrieks of unspeakable mirth on the inside.
It has nothing to do with the purple hair.
Though there is nothing wrong with the image (or the text), the longer you look at it the funnier it gets.
It reminds me of this picture I found on a card in The Strip District in Pittsburgh:
Credit: Anne Taintor–Vintage Revisited
So. Anyone else feel the occasional irreverence toward our high and holy calling?
Sometimes it helps to laugh. If you had to sublimate your ambitions, wouldn’t you rather do it in high heels?