What the duck??

Confession: I spent the majority of my day surfing the internet. Chalk it up to nasty Seattle weather sucking away all the energy I've got left after the week, or blame it on my roommate for moving to Dubai for four months, leaving me with an apartment to myself and no accountability for getting out of bed before 3pm on the weekend. Fact is, nothing really excuses this level of laziness, and I'll be the the first to admit that I'm ashamed of the hours I've lost mindlessly wandering the life-sucking depths of cyberspace.

BUT, before I turn off my computer and resurface in the real world, I must tell you about a blog I stumbled upon today:

"Stop Making That Duckface."

Their banner reads:

"You know that face you make when you are about to take the perfect shot of yourself for myspace?? You know, the one where you push your mouth out in that weird combination of put and kissy face to make it look like you've got big, pouty lips and model quality cheekbones."

Oh, you mean this face??

Apparently this face has a name. And these guys don't think it's sexy or cool at all.

I'll admit, the photos on the website DO look pretty stupid. But for me, the duckface is kinda like blue steel. My trusty go-to pose that will turn any photo-op into a model moment.

Need proof?? Please parouse the following portfolio of my best duckface moments and see for yourselves how how sexy and versatile this look is...

The duckface spans the generations.

the seasons

and the nations.

It comes in all shapes and sizes

and attracts all sorts of men

and cuddly creatures.

The duckface dances

and swashbuckles

and contemplates

The duckface is always up for a good time.

My conclusion: the folks over at antiduckface.com can just go duck themselves. Because if the duckface is wrong, I don't want to be right.