Cheese. I've never been one to whine about getting my picture taken (though I've been known to wince) — but maybe that's because I didn't know what it was all about. I just emerged from a three-hour photo shoot for a single magazine story. It's amazing the time and expense that goes into such things. It's exhausing, too. What's worse, knowing this was happening today, I went and got a haircut yesterday, and I'm not happy at all with how I came out. What's worse, I have another photo shoot first thing in the morning. (Note to self: Check to see if your shirt is all wrinkly before leaving the house tomorrow.) What's worse? I don't even like cheese.