First of all, I know better than to walk into a bookstore with a credit card. But, once again I did. Only because Ember had a gift card burning a hole through her pocket. So, I acquiesced. I actually did pretty well containing my book obsession, but only because I had just ordered books on Amazon.com days before. And because I recently fostered a magazine obsession. Consisting of Psychology Today and anything fitness related. And now this...
|Jeff Buckley's photo from the cover of his cd Grace|
So, as I sat staring at the cover for an inappropriately long time, I thought about what we're drawn to in a face of the opposite sex. Studies show that we enamoured with features that are very similar to our own. Ever seen those couples that look like brother and sister, but they're not? For breeding purposes, the more your mate looks like you, the greater chances your offspring will too and will carry on your genes. It's creepy weird to think we'd be sexually attracted to someone who looks like us. But, we are a generation of narcissists after all. So, it's a great way to ensure our love of ourselves lives on by popping out a mini-me.
Studying his long face, fluffy mullet exposing his receding hairline, brooding eyes framed with thick caterpillar eyebrows and pouty lips I saw it. Me. Circa 1988, pre-eyebrow plucking obsession.
|Ungraceful me with Jeff Buckley hair and eyebrows|
For now I think I'll keep my hair uncut. (Maybe I could be a Sebastian Bach impersonator.)