Men and women have a completely different way of approaching a reflective surface. Men typically look at themselves, and straighten up the posture and relax the shoulders.
Women, on the other hand, have a script written out detailing their every move. Let’s assume that you are a woman walking down the street at 7am, not many people are around and you are trying out a new shirt.
And, ACTION!
Woman is walking down the street. She spots a giant window belonging to a Thai restaurant to her right. Trying act all casual, she keeps walking, and glances at herself. Well more specifically, glances at HER BUTT.
It’s a “thing”.. Women enjoy checking out their butts.
Then she straightens out her shirt, she adjusts her skirt, makes sure she brings out the chest area, and bam! she’s good to go.
Some go as far as to walk up to the surface, smile very widely to check their teeth, and check those dark lines they paint around the eyes (I forget the name).
This seems like every day stuff to you guys, but have you ever been INSIDE a store or office, and have been able to witness such things happening? It happened to me while I was drinking some tea one morning. People would literally walk up to the window and stick out their butts while leaning their heads back, get rid of that wedgie, and keep walking. Dudes mostly adjusted their collars and straightened their posture.
Have you ever been checking yourself out on a window and then slowly the image of the people on the other side begins to become clear through the glass?
Whoops.
So awkward.
So did not expect that twist at the end. I don’t know if it’s a ‘thing’ for women to do that, because I have – thankfully – never experienced the above, but darn that would be painful!
Super awkward!
HAHAHAHA!!!!!! YES!! 😀
“Have you ever been checking yourself out on a window and then slowly the image of the people on the other side begins to become clear through the glass?”
Dude, YES. I was on my way to meet a friend at a shopping mall and decided to check myself in the window of a parked car. While looking at myself turning my head side to side, the window slowly descended and I found myself staring into the face of the poor driver. Em. Barrassing.
At my work such windows are on the outside of the building facing into the training classrooms. Imagine being at a boring meeting, then somebody inevitably walks to the glass and pulls out a nosehair.
I’ve never checked myself in the glass in that much detail.