I Let The Reddit Girlies Roast Moi

It's a lot more fun than it sounds.

I actually get a kick out of being lightly roasted. I'm not a masochist, but I try not to take myself too seriously. Getting roasted helps me stay down-to-earth, makes me laugh, and gives me perspective. I often send my sister pics of my outfit, and she's merciless with her honesty. She'll let me know if I'm veering into clown territory or, like the other day, she asked if I was going for a Pee Wee Herman tribute look.

In my twenties, I drove a ridiculously loud and notably beat-up two-tone car to work. I would actually get texts from people like "Heard you on the highway this morning, hope you’re well!" Rather than feeling embarrassed about parking it beside my boss's sleek Audi each morning, I slapped this bumper sticker on the back:

When I'm glued to my screen too much, my perspective takes a hit. That's when a friendly little roast can snap me back to reality. We easily forget that online we're living in our own little digital bubbles. There's that one person at the dinner table who…