Katharine: “Mirror, mirror, not on the wall, will I get the part in that movie with the hottie named Spencer?”
Big Mirror: “Why, certainly. You have impeccable credentials, your acting is superb, and both you and the Spencer hottie need to quell certain rumors about your fluid sexual preferences.”
Katharine: “I could have done without the last part. My agent already hounds me about that mess and it’s such a bore.”
Big Mirror: “My apologies. I was so stunned by the beauty of your coiffure that I slightly lost my mind. If you feel the need to spray me with Windex, please do.”
Katharine: “Well, perhaps I shan’t go that far, but the option remains on the table.”
Little Mirror, tired of being upstaged: “Could I perhaps interject?”
Big Mirror: “Of course not. I’ve got seniority over little upstarts like you.”
Katharine: “Now, Biggles, let’s not be rude. This is still a democracy, last time I checked. Go ahead, Tiny Glancer.”
Little Mirror: “Big Mirror is a total liar who hides the truth from you so you won’t find something on eBay to replace him.”
Big Mirror: “This is an outrage! Little Mirror clearly works for the fake-news media!”
Katharine: “Let’s dial it down, Big Mirror. I still have the Windex handy. On the other hand, Little Mirror, you do understand that you can’t say things that aren’t true, right? Unlike certain presidents who rant away on Twitter without a shred of evidence.”
Little Mirror: “Oh, I have proof, unlike Fox News. Remember when Big Mirror told you that this vanity was the cutest thing he’d ever seen?”
Katharine: “He says that every day as I brush my air in a unisex way.”
Big Mirror: “You’re such a lovely poet, Kate!”
Little Mirror: “There he goes again. It’s all a bunch of smoke-up-the-ass rubbish.”
Katharine: “I’m not sure I follow. I wouldn’t mind being known as a poet. After all, I was born in Connecticut, where we all think quite highly of ourselves. Something in the water. And the bank accounts”
Little Mirror: “Girl, take a closer look at that vanity. The lamps alone are wretched, with ugly figurines holding up sparkly Devo hats that will only be popular in 1981 and then never again. And those plaid supporting pillars? They look like there was a tragic accident involving somebody’s worn-out sofa on a farm in Kentucky.”
Katharine: “Now that you mention it…”
Big Mirror: “Don’t listen to that little socialist!”
Katharine: “Hold up, Big Daddy. Now you’ve pushed a button. Do you not understand that this country has essentially been socialist since the first public-works tax was levied?”
Big Mirror: “Levied? Is that where Don McLean drove his Chevy?”
Little Mirror: “I weep at the ignorance.”
Katharine’s Publicist, speaking off-camera: “Kate, aren’t you getting a little too political for your fans?”
Katharine: “And when have I ever worried about that? Now, run get me some information about how to work this eBay thing. I believe I need a new vanity.”
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Entertaining!
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Thanks, Penny!
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This just strengthens my conviction to avoid talking mirrors. Actually all mirrors for that matter. 🙂
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Exactly! They can’t be trusted. For instance, lately mine has been showing me my mother. Now how is that helpful?
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Does she wave when she sees you?
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Ha! We haven’t gotten past the grimacing at each other. Maybe next time I’ll wave and it’ll go better. 🙂
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I don’t really have anything worthy to add to this delightful conversation, but since I feel compelled to make an entry, let’s just pretend that my words were amusing and all were merry at the end of the day…
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Tiny Glancer! I love the last sentence.
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Thanks, Paula! (I just couldn’t resist the “Tiny Glancer” bit. It spoke to me.)
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No, No, don’t replace the plaid. It is tooo 40’s.
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Plaid is one of those patterns that can turn on you quite easily… 😉
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Hepburn, Don McLean and socialism…oh, my! Brilliant!
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Thanks, Estella! I try to invite all the right guests to the party…
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There are an assortment of vanities recently available on EB-ay ( never got the hang of Pig Latin, much better a BBQ ). They are seeking new positions now that they find opportunities at the Trump Administration are becoming less secure.
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Lies! All lies! I bet you read this on CNN! 😉
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You may all leave knowing you witnessed not the birth, but quite possibly the resurrection, of the political satire essay. As well as the repurposing of foot stools when all that’s left of your vanity is the glass top and the mirror. I’d rush to the garage with my phone, a staple gun and some patio furniture cushions but I’m sure a woman in cutoffs shorter than Jim Nabors’ greatest hits album has already done it.
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I am in absolute awe of the last line, especially the Nabors reference. Bowing down…
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I collect album covers that shouldn’t be while the professor looks through grandkids books at Half Price Books.
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Interestingly enough, this sounds exactly like my dating experiences in college…
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Yes! All awesome. Little Devo hats my favorite. :D. Whip it! Whip it good! Think Spencer ever said that to Katharine?
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I’m sure Spencer said a LOT of things to Katharine… 😉
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One of my very favorite movies is Desk Set. 🙂
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I’ve never trusted a movie mirror since I watched a cameraman film Alistair Sim in ‘A Christmas Carol’ – the horribly colorized version. 😯
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I don’t know how you survived that wretched experience… 😉
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