Glamorous Katy Perry was recently photographed walking the Red Carpet at the “I Heart” Radio Awards. Unfortunately no one bothered to tell her that she had something stuck in her teeth.
After Perry saw photos of herself, she wrote this on Instagram: “Currently taking applications for real friends who aren’t afraid to tell me there’s quinoa in my teeth.”
Have you ever had toilet paper trailing out of your spanx? Or strawberry seeds lodged in your gums?
How about a price tag from that new sweater dangling from your underarm?
When you see unfortunate incidents like this, what do you do? Do you tell the person, or simply remain silent?
Wouldn’t you want to know? Or would you rather go through the day with your underwear showing or your shirt inside out?
Recently I bought some rather cheap toilet paper and happened to blow my nose with it. It was so thin, a sliver stayed stuck in my nostril. Of course I had no idea. I took a trip to the grocery, visited the bank, and got my nails done all without ever realizing it.
Why the heck didn’t someone tell me I had paper floating from my nose?
Would you have told me?
It might depend on how well you know the person…but should that be a factor? I think most people would like to know–even strangers.
Why is it so uncomfortable for us to speak up? Are we embarrassed? Just think of the girl who has her skirt caught up in her underwear. Mindlessly walking through the parking lot, with half her behind showing.**
I say, “Tell her!”
Why? Because, awkward as it is to have someone tell you, it’s more awkward to go through the day not knowing and get home to find yourself utterly humiliated.
Look at poor Emily Watson. Blithely unaware that she looks as if she’s just eaten a bowl of beets! Why didn’t someone report this lipstick debacle to the Beauty and the Beast star?
I would really like to know my readers’ opinions on this? Would you want to be told?
Would you tell? Or would you be silent? (Comment below)
Also, please do share your embarrassing moment. It will make us all feel so much better.
**And to the young girl who actually ran up and stopped me in the parking lot to tell me my skirt was hiked up in the back, I say, “Bless you, my child!” (True story.)