Resting Bitch Face, let's discuss.
I used to get yelled at all the time for not smiling more. I was a kid of the seventies, living in a world where there was war and discord. Women were burning their underwear just trying to get people to care about the fact that they were pissed about not getting the same opportunities as men. People were having sex in the parks, with everyone else. People were doing drugs. People traded in their souls for Rock and Roll. Elvis was hip swivelling and people were looking.
I didn't do drugs. I was not having sex. I was not burning anyone's underwear. I would have been happy to have a bra, I certainly was not going to burn it when I got it. I was never into Elvis. I was a straight A student who went to church every Sunday and sang in the choir. And the tragedy was, according to my grandparents, I needed to smile more.
Or I was probably going to hell.
It was a wonder they did not call for an exorcist.