#why is he using the equivalent of a trash can ? is it some weird flex to not needing advanced stuff?

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Erin, to her crush: You're a dick

Mason, the crush: I won't argue! But to clarify -

[gamerwoo]

Johnny: Man’s Best Friend

@1ightsaber asked: hi I'm requesting some johnny crack to flex on anon (and also bc you're an amazing writer) if you have the time 💓🍬

Characters: Johnny x reader (supposed to be gender neutral but i may have slipped up a couple times so i apologize if i did)

Genre/warnings: hybrid au, crack, fluff at the end

Word count: 1,746

Summary: Since he’s been feeling lonely, Johnny decides to adopt a hybrid of his own to keep him company. However, you both quickly learn that he doesn’t really know anything about taking care of a hybrid, and it’s more like you’re taking care of him.

a/n: I’ve been seeing a ton of hybrid aus lately and I got an idea so uhhhh here. also I apologize this took so long but for some reason the crack-y part of my brain wasn’t working so I couldn’t come up with anything good. this also was only like, half looked over so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Johnny was practically bouncing in his seat as he drove home, while you just kind of stared at him, your ears twitching with his excited noises whenever they slipped passed his lips. You were very intrigued by this human, and you thought living with him would really be...something else.

When Johnny showed up at the shelter, he seemed nice enough. You saw him as he entered where they kept all of the dog hybrids, most of them playing together in a giant huddle -- both in human form and dog form -- before they stopped and ran to the edge of the large space to see the new human that had come in. You, however, stayed in your own space as your eyes curiously followed the tall man that had come in with one of the staff.

Johnny had taken his time going through the shelter, observing any hybrid that caught his eye before he went to you. He offered you a warm smile, so you waved at him.

“Hi,” you greeted him.

“Hey,” he smiled a bit wider, happy that you’d said hello to him first.

“This is a Chesapeake Bay Retriever hybrid,” the staff stated as they looked at your clipboard. “They can be a little stubborn, but they’re still kind and affectionate. They just kind of think they’re the boss sometimes -- that’s just how that breed is.”

You raised your eyebrows at the staff, “I’m right here.”

Johnny chuckled, “I like them.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little bit, hopeful that you could get out of the cramped shelter. And half an hour of paperwork later, you did. Which was how you ended up watching your owner drive you home with so much excitement, you were scared even the car would start bounding off the road.

When you finally got home, Johnny grabbed the bag of your belongings from the backseat before he brought you into the house. You looked around the room curiously as you kicked off your shoes, and the whole place just smelled like Johnny -- which honestly, smelled pretty nice.

“Alright,” he sighed, moving to walk ahead of you before nodding his head for you to follow, “I’ll show you where you’re staying.”

You followed Johnny, your eyes looking around the hallways and rooms as you went. He brought you into a bedroom that looked very used with clothes thrown about, and the ‘Johnny’ scent growing even stronger. You assumed you would be sharing his bed, then, since you knew that was pretty typical of hybrids with their owners.

“Here you go!” Johnny grinned, gesturing to what you could only describe as an tiny, ugly carpet in the corner by the closet.

A dog bed. Johnny was going to make you sleep in a dog bed.

You looked between the bed and Johnny for a while in silence, the look on your face screaming ‘you’re an actual moron’. Did he really think hybrids slept in dog beds? Even at the shelter, you at least had a cot to sleep on. But forcing you to sleep in your animal form like an actual animal? Did Johnny know anything about hybrids?

Judging from your expression and the fact you hadn’t said or done anything yet, Johnny was pretty sure something wasn’t right, “...What is it?”

“Do you...” your question trailed off since you really couldn’t figure out a way to ask Johnny what the actual fuck made him think you’d sleep in a dog bed without coming off as sounding like an asshole. “Johnny, we don’t sleep in dog beds.”

Johnny’s eyebrows pulled together, “Huh? Really?”

You nodded.

He frowned, “Are you just saying that so you can sleep in my bed?”

“Did you see any at the shelter?” you sighed.

Johnny opened his mouth before he froze, realization hitting him. So he just stood there with his mouth open, blinking and looking around a bit as he thought back to how there were actually no dog beds at the shelter. Only human-sized cots.

“...B-but...” he finally began speaking, “you’re a dog...”

“I’m still part human, Johnny,” you pointed out, gesturing to your face and body.

“You don’t sleep in a cute little puppy form or something?”

“Some can if they feel like it, but it doesn’t mean we want to sleep in a cramped little bed with basically no support. Do you know what that does to your back, Johnny? Do you?”

While you did sound like you were really passionate about this, Johnny could only chuckle. The staff did warn him you were stubborn and would stand up to him often, so he expected this much. But still, he wouldn’t force you to sleep somewhere you didn’t want to.

“Alright, alright,” he told you, holding his hands up in surrender before he walked closer to you, “you can share my bed for now, okay?”

“Fine,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “but don’t expect me to curl up at the foot of the bed.”

“I don’t,” he promised with an amused look as he scratched behind one of your floppy ears, his amusement growing when you melted into his touch.

-

“Dinner time!” Johnny sang.

You perked up from where you were sitting on the couch while you watched TV, turning toward the kitchen. You scrambled to get out from under the fluffy blanket Johnny gave you before moving quickly to the kitchen to see what was for dinner. Except...

“Johnny.”

“Hmm?”

“What the hell is this?”

You gestured to the bowl -- at least it was a human bowl -- of dog kibble on the counter. With a spoon.

He shrugged, “It’s dinner-- Wait! No, I forgot!”

You nodded, thinking he realized his mistake. You were thanking him as he took the bowl away from you, only to watch him go over to the fridge, take the milk out, and pour some into the bowl. Then he returned and placed it on the counter in front of you again.

“You probably eat it like cereal, right?” he chuckled. “Sorry, my bad.”

You just stared at him, waiting for him to put two and two together. You started to nod your head as you watched realization slowly take over his features.

“Ohhhh...” was all he said. Then he quickly shook his head. “Wait, but the shelter had this there! You guys ate it!”

“Yeah, but it was like, the human equivalent of dog food,” you frowned, “and they don’t have money. You have money, Johnny. That’s why you adopted me. You can afford the human food.”

This time, he sighed, clearly a little tired from prepping and cooking his own food, “I’m trying, okay?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you shrugged, figuring you might as well cut the new owner some slack, “I can make myself some--”

“Do you like steak?” he asked before you could even turn toward the fridge.

You frowned, “Is this another dog stereotype?”

“I dunno, is it?” he smirked as he held out his plate to your face, silently laughing when you sniffed his food and slowly brought your face closer and closer to the marinated slab of meat on his plate, surrounded by stir fried vegetables. “Doesn’t seem to be.”

You opened your mouth, ready to steal the piece closest to you, but your teeth chomped down on nothing as Johnny pulled his plate away and set it on the counter. You let out a soft whine as your ears went down, but you watched as Johnny grabbed another plate from the cupboard.

“We can share,” he promised as he cut half the steak off and put it on the new plate. Then he dumped some vegetables onto it and grabbed you a fork before handing it over to you. “I’ll make sure to do more grocery shopping tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” you said softly, noticing how Johnny seemed pretty embarrassed he tried to feed you actual animal food.

As he went over to the trash to throw away the kibble you said, “Hey, at least you put it in a human bowl and gave me a spoon. That’s something to be proud about!”

“_____, please just eat your dinner,” he sighed.

-

You were pleased to see that Johnny had given you one of his old t-shirts to sleep in, not expecting you to sleep naked or something weird. He offered you some sweats even though he figured they’d be too long for you, but you declined. 

“I’m sorry for a weird first day,” he chuckled a soft blush on his cheeks as he got into bed.

You shrugged as you got into bed on the other side, “It’s okay. You’ll figure it out eventually. ...I hope.”

“Wow, thanks for the confidence,” he scoffed.

It had started drizzling outside while the two of you were watching TV together that evening, but now, you could hear the hard patter of rain against the windows and the outside of the building. It was a comforting noise that you didn’t mind as you relaxed into the mattress, completely prepared for sleep.

Seeing a bright light through the curtains, had your eyes widening because you knew what would come next. You jolted up at the loud rumble of thunder that shook the house. You whimpered, immediately, covering your head with the blankets as you curled up under there.

Johnny chuckled, peeking under the blanket to see your ears flattened against your head as you shivered in fear. You may have insisted there were no dog stereotypes, but you were still terrified of thunder just like a puppy.

“Are you afraid?” he asked softly, the smile still on his face as he reached down to stroke your ears.

“Don’t joke about it right now,” you whimpered, letting out a yelp when you heard another crack of lightening hit.

“I’m not going to,” he assured you. “Come here, I’ll protect you.”

You crawled back toward the headboard, letting Johnny put his arms around you and play with your floppy ears. He scratched behind them just how he noticed you liked earlier, your body starting to relax into him slowly. You’d tense up whenever you heard thunder, but Johnny would always softly shush you and promise the storm would pass and that you were safe in the house.

He might not have been the best owner at first, but as you fell asleep in his bed beside him, you knew he was definitely the best owner for you.

[womenofcolor15]

Black Twitter Isn’t Here For DaniLeigh’s Cringey Apology Over ‘Yellow Bone’ Controversy – ‘I Date A Whole Chocolate Man’

DaniLeigh issues an apology in response to the never-ending Twitter dragging over her new track titled “Yellow Bone.” However, Black Twitter isn’t here for it. More inside…

Singer DaniLeigh has been getting dragged relentlessly on social media after she previewed her new song “Yellow Bone.” *face palm*

Her original post has been deleted, but here’s what she posted that launched the backlash:

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In the caption she wrote, “Why I can’t make a song for my light skin baddies?? Why y’all think I’m hating on other colors when there are millions of songs speaking on all types.. why y’all so sensitive & take it personal…gahhh damn.”

The 26-year-old singer – who says ‘n*gga” excessively - isn’t even BLACK. More on that in a minute.

“Yellow Bone” is a termed used in the African-American community that refers to a light-skinned Black person. Many felt the track was offensive due to the colorist lyrics. We’re not sure who told the Dominican-American singer to do this, but no one asked for it. And folks are making sure she knows it…respectfully.

On the track, she sings:

Yellow, yellow what he want (What he wants, what he wants)

Yellow, yellow what he want (What he wants, what he wants)

Yellow bone that's what he wants (What he wants, what he wants)

Yellow bone that's what he wants (What he wants, what he wants)

Prada, me in Saint Laurent

Prada

Oh.

We’d like to note, the song was likely created due to her own insecurities. She’s currently dating rapper DaBaby, who has a brown/dark-skinned ex/child’s mother named MeMe who he is seemingly in an off and on love triagle with. Their daughter is brown skinned as well.

The backlash became too much for DaniLeigh as she deactivated her Twitter for a while before reactivating it.

Now, she’s apologizing.

In her apology video, she attempted to make folks believe she isn’t colorist because she dates a “chocolate man” and has “beautiful dark-skinned friends.” You’ll notice she’s rocking blonde box braids, a staple hairstyle in the black community.

"I think people twisted it into thinking, like, I’m trying to bash another woman, another skin tone, that was never my intention,” she said. “I wasn’t brought up like that, I never looked at my skin as a privilege. I never looked at me as ‘I’m better than somebody because of my skin tone,'" she continued.

”I see brown skin women flaunt their skin all the time in music, why can’t I talk about mine? If you look at me, I’m light-skinned, I’m a yellow bone. In my opinion, that’s just what I am. So, it wasn’t something that I looked at so deeply. Which, I can see why people will take it deeply, so I understand and I’m sorry that I wasn’t sensitive to the topic when I wrote my comment ‘why are you guys taking so personal?’ Because, it can be a personal thing to certain people, because colorist is a real thing so I do get it. But I’m not that. I’m not a colorist. I’m not a racist. I date a whole chocolate man. I have beautiful dark-skinned friends.”

Peep her full apology below:

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Ma’am! Dark skinned men are colorists as well. Dating one doesn’t automatically mean you aren’t a racist or colorist. *rolls eyes* And you don’t see color, but you’re calling yourself a “yellow bone" and DaBaby a "chocolate man?" Make it make sense.

Also, songs like Beyonce’s “Brown Skin Girl” were created because brown/dark-skinned women are hardly ever celebrated mainstream and Bey wanted to create a ballad young, BLACK girls can be proud about. Never implying brown skin was BETTER and never praising brown skin as a topic centered around the affections and admirations of a man. She can't say the same about "Yellow Bone".

Society equates beauty with its proximity to whitness and that’s no secret. Promoting that concept in any way is the equivalent of upholding the contruct of colorism.  The two songs are NOT the same.

But get this….

She previously posted a pic of her parents, which Twitter users didn't waste any time pulling up again:

She reportedly called herself Afro-Latina at one point, we guess because a minuscule amount of her DNA was traced back to the continent of Africa (as most people in the world's are).

DaniLeigh’s Ancestry DNA results. It’s not just 12% as some people are saying but she’s definitely not a Black woman. She’s weird. pic.twitter.com/LCtmsvtW7k

— Becca (@BrummieBecca) January 21, 2021

Twitter users scrolled back down her timeline and found her post where she shared her Ancestry DNA results and, yeah. Many don't consider her a black woman. Especially if she's only going to be black when it's convenient.

Rapper Chika directly called DaniLeigh out on her ish:

no shade. as a black woman, you should be more than aware of colorism & why this song wouldn’t sit well with a black audience. it doesn’t feel good having a billion people at your neck, but it’s not about being “canceled.” it’s about taking accountability.

— CHIKA (@oranicuhh) January 21, 2021

  "this is a terrible response to valid criticism," she tweeted to Dani. "no shade. as a black woman, you should be more than aware of colorism & why this song wouldn’t sit well with a black audience. it doesn’t feel good having a billion people at your neck, but it’s not about being “canceled.” it’s about taking accountability."

Love how she always keeps it real.

Needless to say, Black Twitter has been letting DaniLeigh HAVE IT on social media. Here are some reactions to “apology” below:

    Bronzer & blackfishing is really f'ing y'all up out here. https://t.co/Ta8jfTyZi1

— YBF CHIC (@TheYBF) January 21, 2021

  Danileigh: “ I Don’t See Color”

Well how the hell you know you yellow? pic.twitter.com/GQXxOTOgKs

— DecaturSummers (@DecaturSummers) January 25, 2021

    Someone called Dani Leigh a conquistador and I am dead pic.twitter.com/WZT9Y18eaz

— Panashe (@pana_she) January 25, 2021

    Dear DaniLeigh, I too am a yellow bone. pic.twitter.com/8U0e5Rahcf

— NUFF (@nuffsaidny) January 25, 2021

    DaniLeigh : “I never looked at my skin as a privilege . I never looked at me as I’m better than somebody because of my skin tone.”

Also DaniLeigh: “Yellowbone is what he wants. “ pic.twitter.com/xERHfe1psG

— Stanley Hudson Jr. (@marcmacal) January 24, 2021

    So Danileigh called Dababy a “Chocolate" man?? In an apology for being a colorist? Ok pic.twitter.com/W36zH2KnE4

— OUTLAW (@Tonny_Amaru) January 25, 2021

    Danileigh made an “apology” video where she wore box braids, spoke in a blaccent, denied understanding colorism or light skin privilege, and said she had “melanated” friends so she couldn’t be racist. Unbelievable lmao pic.twitter.com/oqKSBJuTVF

— Mike fuccin you up nigga! (@SuccYuhMadda) January 25, 2021

    Dani Leigh got a fake tan and a blaccent in order to get her career, but y’all surprised she colorist. pic.twitter.com/qm6adUEoWr

— weed is my best fren (@daphdadon) January 22, 2021

  A BLACCENT (black accent)! We die!

Serves her right. No one asked for this trash song. It’s clear she was trying to flex her “light skin” in an attempt to bash DaBaby’s child’s mother and that ish BACKFIRED.

It’s above us now.

Photo: Dani's IG

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[theconservativebrief]

If you’ve ever experienced the misfortune of taking a photo of yourself that will end up on the internet, you have contemplated the weight of the following question: How should I move the muscles in my face to communicate my identity in the most socially correct way possible?

For many of us, the answer is clear: a smile, with teeth! And yet thanks to the proliferation of social media, dating apps, and technology that makes taking selfies infuriatingly addicting (curse you, portrait mode), human beings are now forced to pose for more photos than at any other point in history. And in that span of time, we’ve had to innovate.

Selfie trends are not new, exactly. Since the dawn of duckface in the mid-2000s — the act of pursing one’s lips and pushing them forward as if leaning in for a particularly theatrical kiss — we’ve replaced it with “sparrow face,” “migraine face,” belfies, T-rex hands, Bambi-ing, and that weird thing where teens cover their entire face with one hand, thus eliminating the purpose of a selfie in the first place.

Nearly all of said selfie crazes are performed by women, and we rarely discuss the ones percolating among men. But all along, there has been a single face that’s gone entirely unnoticed for the past decade-plus of its existence. It is this: raised eyebrows, and tightened lips.

“This is a face that says, ‘I’m kind of fun!’ but still reminds you, the viewer, ‘I am a tough, serious dude.” —Alex Kirshner

This face is everywhere. Though I have surely done it at one point or another, it is especially prevalent among guys who are somewhere in between teenagehood and middle age, the period of life most fraught with questions and doubts about one’s place in the world. It is a face that expresses this uncertainty — it is both happy and sad, surprised and indifferent, hopeful and cynical, studied and spontaneous.

And for a very long time, I despised it. Every time I’d see a crush doing it on Instagram (a lot!) I would experience a deep, full-bodied pang of cringiness. To me, it always recalled the fraudulent “who, me?” poses of early 2000s pop-punk lead singers, an expression of nice-guyness reserved for dudes who would later ask you for nudes via MySpace.

Today, though, I think the face communicates a certain world-weariness that I find incredibly relatable. The bewilderment of the raised eyebrows is offset by a tautness in the mouth that reads as disappointment. The eyes, too, often have a certain deadness about them. Which, same!

According to body language expert Traci Brown, what the face is actually broadcasting is that the person doesn’t really want to be taking the photo in the first place. “There’s no smile — their eyes are kind of wide. They’re doing it because they have to, like they’re forced into it,” she told me over the phone recently. It makes sense, then, that men might be more likely to make a face that screams, “I am uncomfortable!” while participating in an act that is often coded as feminine.

When I showed her a photo of professionally annoying 20-year-old social media phenom Nash Grier making the face, Brown described it: “He’s not showing emotion like he really wants to be there. He’s like, ‘Ah, I gotta take this picture.’ When his eyebrows are raised, that shows emphasis on a certain point. So he’s just trying to emphasize that he doesn’t want to do it.”

“The tightening of the face muscles you have to do to make the face in question here also comes with, like, a 5 percent smirk, almost a hint of a hint of a smirk.” — Richard Johnson

To find out why so many youngish men who are not former teen Vine stars are making this face, I asked a variety of them. As it turns out, there are a lot of reasons, from a desire to hide one’s “jacked-up teeth” to an attempt to erase all the sadness from one’s face and create a facsimile of happiness. Spoiler: A lot of the reasons are sort of dark!

“First, it avoids crazy eyes — not all of us can smize like Tyra. Second, it’s hard to get a real smile (with teeth!) right without looking like a goober. It took me roughly 1,500 selfies during my trip to Peru to get my easy, breezy, and convincing selfie smile down. Third, it mimics the face you make when you see someone and think, ‘Ah, what a nice surprise!’ Last but not least, it’s exactly what comes up when you Google ‘Confident Face.’ Try it.” —Max Garelick, 26, works in finance

“You start off wanting to get a selfie where you look natural, happy, and attractive, but in every picture, your eyes are closed or you smile like a serial killer. After, like, five attempts, you just do the face so at least you have a shoot with your eyes open [and] you don’t look totally pissed off at the world, and call it a day. Guys just don’t have the patience to take a good selfie.” —C.J. Martinez, 26, producer

“Why do I make the face? A few reasons:

When I force a smile, it looks like an alien trying to replicate a human smile for the first time.

When I press my lips together, my eyebrows kind of naturally rise, which does give an added benefit of reducing my fivehead back down to a forehead.

Unsure why I regularly include some sort of hand gesture. Thumbs-up, peace sign, hang loose, I’m also working on reclaiming the ‘OK’ hand sign. I think the hand just kind of helps fill out some of the negative space in the photo, or maybe it distracts the viewer from my face (another bonus).

“All of this is probably just made up to make myself feel good and I do it totally subconsciously.” —Kyle Jackson, 29, project manager

“I think the hand just kind of helps fill out some of the negative space in the photo, or maybe it distracts the viewer from my face (another added bonus).” —Kyle Jackson

“This is a face that says, ‘I’m kind of fun!’ but still reminds you, the viewer, ‘I am a tough, serious dude, and I barely have time to engage in such trivial things as selfies.’ It’s the pictorial equivalent of putting exactly one foot in the pool, so I’m participating but not vulnerable in any real way, because who cares about looks? I need to grow up.” —Alex Kirshner, 24, college football writer

“This face is a male equivalent of the duckface. It’s an entry-level, go-to, easy-to-pull-off pose for a man to use in a photo without much effort or risk. I usually choose not to make this face in any photo taken of me. Instead, I opt for a laugh/smile that instead makes me so squinty it looks like my eyes are closed because I’m blinded by the sun. Also not a good look, but it’s really all I’ve got. I think bros make this face because they believe it gives off a combination of mysteriousness and quirkiness at the same time. The raised eyebrows signal, ‘Oh, wow, you caught me off guard! Ha! Oh, a photo of me?’ which deep down is a way for the subject to justify the fact that they’re taking a selfie. The smirk is like, ‘I’m too cool for school but I’ll still take this selfie because hey, I’m a fun guy.’

“Sidebar: For some reason, I think it’s fairly accepted that women take selfies — but if you catch a guy trying to get a fit pic off in a public bathroom, it usually makes everyone feel awkward. I believe we should work together to reverse this trend and support the dude that’s just trying to flex a bit to feel good about himself.” —Max Levitzke, 27, works in solar energy

“It’s an entry-level, go-to, easy-to-pull-off pose for a man to use in a photo without much effort or risk.” —Max Levitzke

“I don’t usually take these types of selfies very often, but I feel like what it’s communicating is, ‘I wanna send you a pic of me smiling, but I don’t want to fully smile because that’s too cheesy, so here’s a pic of me with somewhat of a half-smirk so you know that I’m excited about what you’re talking about but don’t want to come across as overly excited.’ I know that probably doesn’t make any type of sense, but the male brain can be strange. I feel like I’ve sent these type of selfies usually through Snapchat so they can disappear. Also maybe men just aren’t good at taking selfies? I know personally I’m quite trash at it.” —Joe Ali, 25, shooter/editor

“Some combination of shyness and plain old male lizard brain command me not to smile. It’s something I’ve increasingly tried to override — smiling is good and makes everyone feel good! — but my instincts don’t want me to. I guess smiling feels like it’s too much? Or maybe I’d just feel exposed. I’ve got pretty jacked-up teeth.” —Seth Rosenthal, 29, video producer

“Ugh, I have made the selfie face you are referring to but I’m not sure I ever realized I was doing it until now. Add it to the pile of things to be insecure about. I think it happens a lot more when you have to take it for a dating app. I think the raising of the eyebrows is meant to, like, soften your face? Like, eyebrows up means ‘hey! :)’ and eyebrows down or neutral means ‘hey.’ As far as the tight-lipped thing, that’s just dudes not wanting to smile because it makes you vulnerable or whatever.” —Ryan Simmons, 30, video producer

“I feel like I’ve sent these type of selfies usually through Snapchat so they can disappear.” —Joe Ali

“I feel like this may be inherently a look with a hint of shame among us men, because in the traditional sense, dudes aren’t even really supposed to be taking selfies, are we? When the selfie really started taking off in the Myspace 2009-ish days, duckface was all the rage thanks to the mirror pic and there was no way in hell 16-year-old me was going to be caught dead doing duckface (because that was for girls, of course).

“Fast-forward a decade or so and maybe I’m still a little held back by the faux machismo prepubescent me subscribed to in regards to the selfie. Besides that, I think the face is also pretty neutral. I’m not gonna frown in a selfie because that would look dumb. But then again, if I flash some toothy grin in a solo selfie, that looks kinda dumb too. I mean, how happy am I really supposed to be about taking a selfie? The tightening of the face muscles you have to do to make the face in question here also comes with, like, a 5 percent smirk, almost a hint of a hint of a smirk. I’m too cool for school (and by school, I mean emoting in a tangible way).” —Richard Johnson, 25, sports writer

“Something to do with the perceived masculinity of selfies. Smiling naturally would imply that I enjoy this teenage girl ritual way too much. The eyebrow raise and nonchalant smirk gives the appearance that I don’t care about my appearance and that I didn’t retake this five or 10 times — even though they did.” —Zach French, 32, business development manager

“Is this what happiness looks like?” —Mike Imhoff

“I think (generally) guys are less comfortable taking photos than girls. But I think everyone has a game plan when it comes to photos. Instead of having to wing it, you just have your go-to because you generally know the outcome, the same way girls do the cross leg/arm bent on the waist/lean-in formula. (I tend to do this open mouth grin thing like I’m doing a big laugh.)

“Guys also potentially feel a certain vulnerability, or perceived vulnerability, when it comes to photos. Like, it’s uncool to enjoy being photographed. So the more you downplay it, the more comfortable you feel (like how guys follow everything they text with ‘haha’ or ‘lol’ in text, even when they’re not even attempting to be funny). —Mark Topel, 30, senior copywriter

“I would say it’s the equivalent of unnecessarily crumpling and eating a journal entry just because someone walked in the room. You need to hurry up and get all that deep sadness out of your face before the camera goes off. Is this what happiness looks like?” —Mike Imhoff, 30, senior director

As I expected, men have a lot of very different reasons for performing this particular facial expression. All of them, however, support the idea that being a person with a face who sometimes has to post photos of that face on the internet can be a very fraught activity — even for men. Who knew!

Original Source -> Why do guys always make the same face in selfies?

via The Conservative Brief