You know the people who watch themselves in the mirror as they lift weights, or the lady that fixes her hair in the reflective department store windows? Do they annoy you as much as they annoy me? Please say yes. I cannot begin to explain how much I dislike the mirror. Alright, before I get too far into this, I must admit that THE first thing I bought in was a mirror and my bedroom at my parent’s house has 3 huge ones; I’m going to clarify in a second. I’m not against looking in the mirror to make sure you don’t look like a zombie before you leave the house (which is why I need one!), I am against being so addicted to the mirror that you can’t pass one without looking at yourself, or worse, checking yourself out.
Funny story about mirrors: when I used to work at a water park we used to have one of those ‘reflective’ windows once the setting sun hit it just right. Without fail, parades of people, everything from women in skimpy swimwear, men who couldn’t bend properly because of all their muscles to really skinny paste-y teenage boys with emo haircuts, would stop and fix their hair or their swimsuits. Sitting on the other side of that window was my friend Natasha and
Why do women need to stop while walking down busy Ste. Catherine’s
Does anyone have a funny mirror story to fuel my deep dislike of the reflective trap from the pit of Hades?
1 comment:
ok hear is my mirror story so thier is this musuem called the rippley's believe it or not musuem probably heard of it but anyways when you first walk in thier is this guy doing this crazy face and it tells you to try and look at yourself in the mirror, well when you get to the end of the musuem you find out that it was not a mirror at all it was a one way window and all the people exiting the musuem can see people trying to do this ridiculous face i mean it was pretty much amazing and embarassing all at the same time, thanks for you blog love it
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