My son’s senior year of college is starting, and yesterday was move-in day. Driving to school with him in the front passenger seat, I noticed, he seemed a little distracted. As I drove, he opened up the sun visor at its hinge to reveal a small mirror which is standard in most vehicles. My wife will often use it to put on lipstick, and check her appearance. My son, for at least a half an hour proceeded, in quick succession to meticulously view and touch his face, teeth, hair, eyes, and then his face again. This process continued until he was obviously satisfied that he hadn’t mysteriously lost his youthful good looks, and been somehow transformed into an exact likeness of Mr. Potato Head.
I looked over at my son, smiled, and said, “Adam, why do you need a mirror to see how you look? I thought that was what mean girls were for.” I remember being a teenager, and appearance seemed to be everything. At that age, a mirror could be your best friend or your worst enemy, depending on that huge pimple remaining invisible until after senior picture day, or following prom night. I’m starting to realize that mirrors, are not only everywhere, but have changed the way we think about ourselves, and those around us. Maybe, just maybe, we would be better off without them. Continue reading