mirror, mirror

no, i haven't become part of the worldwide reflection craze sweeping the webosphere. although i do think its tres chic, and wish i had a digital camera so i could photograph myself in the glimmering reflection of bald men's heads.

no no, this post is about my discovery of why g-d invented reflective surfaces. or rather, for whom she invented them.

last night in dance class, as we were shakin' our thangs to the sounds of the neptunes, i couldn't take my eyes of this one girl. and neither could she. in fact, i don't think she stopped pouting at herself in the mirror once for the entire duration of the class. thats a good hour and 45 minutes of intense vanity.

sure she had the body of an olsen twin (in their 'full house' days), peroxide blonde hair and an orange-hued epidermis, which i believe qualifies her as "beautiful" by today's standards*. and i'll admit that the girl sure could move, but if she inched any closer to the mirror, i think she would have entered a parallel universe.

i have therefore reached the conclusion that g-d invented mirrors so this emaciated prima-donna could ogle herself during dance classes. but she better watch out cause next week i'm going to class armed with a cheeseburger, blindfold, and a copy of carly simon's "you're so vain".

*i'm predicting future rants on this very topic.