There’s a Word for That

fish in bagI’m deeply indebted to the comedy troupe Broken People for hammering out “bitchy resting face,” for instance. I’ve been afflicted with that “disorder” since around the age of 5, judging by photographs, in which I invariably look like a squat, dirty-blond, bell-bottomed version of Wednesday Addams. I don’t actually care—the affliction’s worst side effect has been all the hobos shouting, “SMILE!!!” at me on the street—I just never liked the clinical descriptor “flat affect.”