I was reading in my favorite chair in the bedroom when he approached and told me he had a surprise for me and asked me to stand up. Don't most people get asked to sit down for a surprise? Was he going to kiss me? I mean, I know reading Dostoevsky is a huge turn on and all, but in the middle of the day? With all the kids at home? That's when he went down to the garage to get some tools. When he came back up, he locked himself in the bathroom where I heard him screwing around. Then he invited me in. To see the lighted, magnifying mirror he'd installed.
WTF WAS HE THINKING?
Sure, things had gotten bad over the years. As my eyesight worsened, I began to need to wear reading glasses to pluck my eye brows. And while the glasses make it easier for me to see the stray hairs, the frame of the glasses impede my ability to get to them with the tweezers. I should mention that bathroom lighting is the worst for such a delicate procedure. Every woman knows that there is only one place where you can see every single outlying brow hair. And that's in the review mirror of your car. Which is why I started plucking my brows in my minivan. Which might be why he bought this mirror for me in the first place. Because it might be embarrassing when the neighbors see your wife walking out to sit in the car parked in the driveway in her pajamas to pluck her eye brows.
But, have you looked at yourself with a lighted mirror at 5x magnification? It's horrifying! You can see every pore, black head, zit, age spot, wrinkle, chin hair and potentially cancerous legion, not to mention my moustache. Since when do I have a mustache? Why didn't anyone tell me how hideous I am? My husband did tell me he originally ordered a mirror with 10x the magnification, but when it arrived broken, he sent it back and got the more myopic option. Thank god! You can probably see the microscopic bugs on your skin with that kind of amplification. And no one wants to be reminded that we are actually vile, disgusting creatures chock full of bugs and bacteria!
I really do get that his heart was in the right place. But really, getting a woman over 40 a magnifying mirror is seriously the worst gift you can give. It really only magnifies all the things you hate about yourself. Because that's what mirrors do. I was better off seeing myself through the filter of my failing vision. Which looks alot like the soft lighting in that Elizabeth Taylor White Diamonds commercial.