Much like the idea of a pet rock, all it took was a dumb guy to ask a very logical question.  And in this case that dumb guy happens to be French.  He happens to look like a genius.

Bumbling through the museum that houses the Mona Lisa (I think it’s a French museum) the tour guide reminded each person that photos were prohibited in Mona’s presence.  “It blemishes her brilliance over time,” he said in a condescending French sort of way.

Well, what about me?  Henri pondered to himself.  Why should I allow photos to be taken of me?  Will it take away from my brilliance?

English secret service scientists immediately honed in on Henri’s thoughts and killed him.  They would take credit for this marvel of a discovery.

Think about it.  Michael Jackson.  Photgraphed a lot, right?  How is his mental state these days?  What does his face look like?  Does anyone even really know?

On the other hand, let’s look at Neil Diamond.  He does not allow photographs to be taken of him at his concerts.  He must be in his mid to upper nineties but still pulls in fine looking women to his shows.

Can you think of a model that is truly stable?  Christy Brinkley married Billy Joel for god sakes!

For hundreds of years we have had people in pictures.  For eternity there will be pictures in people.

Au revoir et salut, Henri.

Au revoir.