{"id":1989,"date":"2011-11-02T14:32:27","date_gmt":"2011-11-02T18:32:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/?p=1989"},"modified":"2012-07-15T20:11:23","modified_gmt":"2012-07-16T00:11:23","slug":"photographers-snip-snap","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/photographers-snip-snap\/","title":{"rendered":"Photographers Snip, Snap"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Five years ago, I gave my first autograph.<\/p>\n

On an average Tuesday, I had ventured into the Chicago rain, black hair blowing in the wind. Suddenly a hand clasped my arm.<\/p>\n

It was a girl. She was wearing those pants where you can tell- even from the front- that there’s writing on the back, and she stood there clutching my arm.<\/p>\n

Because the sidewalk in front of The Weiner’s Circle seemed as good a place as any to be assaulted by a teenybopper with HOTT STUFF written on her butt, I looked for weaponry. But no. Hott Stuff brandished nothing but a pen.<\/p>\n

She was short of breath and clearly desperate to speak to me. I looked at her, brow raised.<\/p>\n

DAMN NICK!<\/em>\u00a0Hott Stuff exclaimed, loudly.<\/p>\n

I assumed she had a mild case of Tourette\u2019s.<\/p>\n

But then Hott Stuff reached into her bag and a battered back issue of STAR<\/em> magazine emerged. She fumbled through it, increasingly frantic as the raindrops dashed across the glossy pages. Finally, she thrust the magazine toward me, first pointing at a photograph of Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey, and then jabbing her finger at the headline\u2014\u00a0Jess To Nick: You’re a Girlie Man!<\/em><\/p>\n

Hott Stuff leaned closer. She handed me the magazine and offered me the pen. I took both as that seemed the path of least resistance.<\/p>\n

And then, as though she were confessing a deep secret, Hott Stuff leaned even closer. She looked deep into my sunglasses and said,\u00a0I<\/em> just love your sister.<\/em><\/p>\n

I smiled, wiped the raindrops from the page and wrote, \u201cLove, Ashlee.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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