I sit glamorously, and arrange my hair in a glamorous manner as I listen with interest and poise to your innermost musings.
You might catch me walking with one arm bent upwards and my hand posed as if it could catch a kiss at any moment, which can look quite glamorous.
I carry a glamorous black umbrella. I wear a slip. I have statement necklaces.
Even when i discard trash, I don’t pause at the garbage can; rather, I seamlesslessy place the trash in the can as I stroll by...you could blink and miss it. Sometimes I glamorously toss trash in a graceful arc from across the room. I never miss, and people often say, “wow!”
I do have glamorous taste, which I define as understated, not artificial, and enduring.
I do have many unglamorous habits, like writing this in the bathroom.