My nose...well, what can I say. It works. It's boasted a few piercings over the years. Oh yeah, it was the bane of my existence when I was a child. I was called "Pig nose" from most of Kindergarten on until high school. I hate my nose. Oh the hate isn't as bad as when I was a teenanger. I suspect if I had the money I would have had a nose job as soon as I turned eighteen. But alas I was poor so I just got used to it. I won't say that I developed a love of my nose because I didn't. I grew used to, I guess...or perhaps resigned is the better word.
When I see pictures, my nose is the first thing I see. And the picture usually gets delted.
I've always figured my nose was something Native, or African-American. I became a tad obessessed with finding out where the hated nose came from. My family is a bit sketchy on the whole family tree. I know that there's a lot of Scottish and some Native American. But my nose didn't really look like any of that ancestory. Yes, I admit it, I observed people. Looked at pictures--trying to find my nose. I think that I thought if I could locate my nose is some kind of history maybe I could come to love it.
H has been telling me that it's a French nose. But there couldn't be French in my family. Could there? Tonight we're watching Paris, Je T'Aime. It's a movie...sort of. It's shorts of different directors filming love and loss in the great city. And there's a short with Juliet Binoche. And holy shit, she has my nose. H has commented on this before...I always thought he was trying to be complimentary. I mean, what woman would not like to be compared with Juliet Binoche? But no, she does indeed have my nose. Maybe not so large but it's still there...the wide nostrils, the slight uplift at the top. So my nose is French. There's something my family isn't telling me...
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And the best part is no-one, no-one can hate Juliet Binoche's nose ... so it looks like you'll have to get a different hobby ...
hahaha john!
I looked back and I can see it too.
So glad you didn't get a nose job. You'd probably really hate your boring nose now if you had.
not telling you, or it's so far back that they don't know either. I've been playing on ancestry.com (did the trial membership since I have time this weekend) and have found way more Swiss ancestors than I ever knew existed.
I found your nose! OK, besides the one on Juliet. Yesterday at a wedding, this one woman looked so familiar, which confused me, until I realized that she had your nose. AND your eyes and forehead, but particularly your nose. Me being the One Who Says What Others Will Not, at the reception I asked her about her heritage, explaining about my friend with a similar nose. :-) This woman laughed and said she'd spent her whole life feeling that people could just look all the way up her nose when they looked at her. She was of German & English ancestry -- although with that combo, there certainly could be some French in there further back.
I doubt the German just because there are no German names at all (no French last names but lots and lots of French first names). We do have English but I don't see English noses like this.
And I keep checking out all the French noses I can find...and it's totally French. Saw it again on a French actor in Ocean's 12. Sigh...I was in such denial about having French ancestry...
I doubt the German just because there are no German names at all (no French last names but lots and lots of French first names). We do have English but I don't see English noses like this.
And I keep checking out all the French noses I can find...and it's totally French. Saw it again on a French actor in Ocean's 12. Sigh...I was in such denial about having French ancestry...
Huh, I'm French and I can't fathom what's special in your opinion about the French nose as compared to, say, italian or british or american noses. Sorry. Care to detail?
Damned French ! They put their noses everywhere, even on pretty american faces who certainly weren't asking for that.
What's your problem concerning french noses?
"Ah, no, young man, that is not enough! You might have said, dear me, there are a thousand things...varying the tone...For instance...Here you are:
Aggressive: "I, monsieur, if I had such a nose, nothing would serve but I must cut it off!"
Amicable: "It must be in your way while drinking; you ought to have a special beaker made!"
Descriptive: "It is a crag!...a peak!...a promontory!...A promontory, did I say?...It is a peninsula!"
Inquisitive: "What may the office be of that oblong receptacle? Is it an inkhorn or a scissor-case?"
Mincing: "Do you so dote on birds, you have, fond as a father, been at pains to fit the little darlings with a roost?"
Blunt: "Tell me, monsieur, you, when you smoke, is it possible you blow the vapor through your nose without a neighbor crying "The chimney is afire!"?"
Anxious: "Go with caution, I beseech, lest your head, dragged over by that weight, should drag you over!"
Tender: "Have a little sun-shade made for it! It might get freckled!"
Learned: "None but the beast, monsieur, mentioned by Aristophanes, the hippocampelephantocamelos, can have borne beneath his forehead so much cartilage and bone!"
Off-Hand: "What, comrade, is that sort of peg in style? Capital to hang one's hat upon!"
Emphatic: No wind can hope, O lordly nose, to give the whole of you a cold, but the Nor-Wester!"
Dramatic: "It is the Red Sea when it bleeds!"
Admiring: "What a sign for a perfumer's shop!"
Lyric: "Art thou a Triton, and is that thy conch?"
Simple: "A monument! When is admission free?"
Deferent: "Suffer, monsieur, that I should pay you my respects: That is what I call possessing a house of your own!"
Rustic: "Hi, boys! Call that a nose? You don't gull me! It's either a prize parrot or a stunted gourd!"
Military: "Level against the cavalry!"
Practical: "Will you put up for raffle? Indubitably, sir, it will be the feature of the game!"
And finally in parody of weeping Pyramus: "Behold, behold the nose that traitorously destroyed the beauty of its master! and is blushing for the same!"
That, my dear sir, or something not unlike, is what you could have said to me, had you the smallest leaven of letters or wit; but of wit, O most pitiable of objects made by God, you never had a rudiment, and of letters, you have just those that are needed to spell "fool!"
But, had it been otherwise, and had you been possessed of the fertile fancy requisite to shower upon me, here, in this noble company, that volley of sprightly pleasantries, still should you not have delivered yourself of so much as a quarter of the tenth part of the beginning of the first...For I let off these good things at myself, and with sufficient zest, but do not suffer another to let them off at me!"
Cyrano de Bergerac - Act 1 Scene 1- (Edmond Rostand)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099334/
Wow I leave of this post for a few months and a whole war develops...around my freakin' nose.
Tadpole: The french nose for the most part stirkes me as being quite different from say the German nose.
This for all is not a good/bad commentary on the French nose. This is the rather typical American obesssion with looking for roots. And maybe my own obession in learning to come to terms with my nose which earned me many a taunt on the playground as a child.
As for ruining an otherwise pretty face, I've decided my nose merely enchances my face, and makes me distinctive.
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