Since I’ve outed myself at KosVegas, I have no problem tossing this picture of myself (in the black wig, I’m currently a bottle blonde) out for general consumption in the blogosphere. I am 36 years old, and I’m sorry but you just cannot tell me that I look 17. I’m so angry right now, and I’m not even angry at the store owner who balked at selling me a pack of American Spirits; I understand that there are stings and undercover cops and that they exist for no other reason than to make his life hell. But having just wasted some soldier’s blood in the form of the extra gas to come back home and get my ID, I’m just a little pissed at how complacent we’ve all become when it comes to Showing Our Papers.  Read more