Edited by Lester Brathwaite on
9. The Couture Hunch
What you’re thinking: I’m so thin that to prevent my ribs from caving in on themselves I have to hold them in place. I may have dropped a lung while in mid-hunch, but I dare you to tell from my face.
What you’re doing: Arms akimbo, you hunch until you’re basically doubling over and sucking in everything while splaying your legs out at awkward angles.
I was center square from 1969 to 1978, during which I perfected the art of the zing as well as a crippling cocaine addiction. Bea Arthur was responsible for both.
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