As someone who has, what pop culture has diagnosed as, a ‘Resting Bitch Face’, or RBF, nothing irks me more than when someone comes up to me and tells me that I should smile more. Go ahead, say or just look at the world “smile” long enough and it stops making sense – just like when you begin to realize how ridiculous it is when one human asks another to forcefully put on a facial expression because, apparently, they can’t stand how you outwardly look right then. It’s selfish and completely ridiculous and I’ll never be able to wrap my head around it.
More importantly, you never know what someone is going through. We all go through rough times at different points in our lives, and sometimes, those rough patches stretch out for longer than we’d like. We’re trying to figure things out, picking ourselves up, going about our day-to-day lives and then some nimrod comes up to us and says, “Hey, come on! SMiiiiLLlle!!!” For heaven’s sake, do they want a second coming of the Joker?
Other times, when I look like I’m down… THAT’S JUST MY FREAKIN’ FACE, what can I say? Except, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Stanley from ‘The Office’ is my forever mood. We’re easily annoyed, not amused and we like our privacy but we’re happy in our own bubble. So, the next time someone comes up to me and goes, “AIME! CoMe OnnNN….SMMiIiiiiLlLLe!!!” and I say ‘no’ and they still insist, I’m just going to have to fly off the handle and say:
Or, you know, quote Rene Paulson, who wrote about RBF, and say, “…obviously, women (and men for that matter) shouldn’t have to smile for the benefit of others.” Yeah, that’s probably the more mature thing to do.