Mirror, Mirror – True (Typographic) Reflection

October 30, 2010

Paul Snowden Mirror - censored

There used to be a photo of some artwork on this post, but I’m taking it down and will replace it with a different mirror that’s a little less — how might we say it? — offensive. ;) The text remains the same, though, so carry on. And if you’re really that curious about what it was, put your brilliant mind to work, identify the right keywords, and let loose on google…

Given that my Dad is going to disown me when he finds out about my new living situation with *ahem* a “housemate,” I’m pretty sure he’d fall over dead with his fist wrapped around a note implicating me as a murderer if he ever saw he ever saw Paul Snowden’s mirror for wasted german youth in my house.

So even though I am fascinated by every single thing about it, I’ll pass on account of my Dad’s life.

It might seem strange that a girl my age faces the threat of being disowned (disownment? disownership? just straight dissed?), but, well, I guess that’s a very long story for a different type of blog (or $250 therapy session). The reality is, even though technically I am an “adult,” I, like you and everyone else in fact, will always be my Dad’s “child,” which just automatically makes me 6 years-old. Forever. Even when I graduated from grad school. Even now at the very mature age of…you know. Even ten years from now when I’m…ten years older.

It’s not just Dad. My mom is more progressive than most Korean moms I know, “mm-hm”-ing all through my telling her this, that, and the other about moving and moving in, but even she audibly gasped when I told her that we use the second bedroom here as an office.

Which means that there is only one true bedroom.

And it has the only bed in the house.

For me and my housemate.

Of course, my “housemate” doesn’t seem to have this problem with his parents, and I have to wonder if it’s a gender thing. Or a cultural thing.

Or maybe it really and truly is just a Casamopolitan family thing.

[wasted german youth via whats wrong with the zoo via interiors porn]

{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }

Daily Gluttony October 31, 2010 at 7:05 am

I moved in with my boyfriend/now-husband when I was 31 (We’d been together for almost 4 years at the time). My parents didn’t speak to me for weeks.


babamoto October 31, 2010 at 7:14 am

Hey, this is no time for the truth, babydoll.
Why do you refer to… (Ben, is it?)… as housemate and not boyfriend?


Diana November 1, 2010 at 1:30 am

I have a feeling that when (or more accurately, “if”) I move in with a boy, my older brothers will have just as much trouble with it as my dad. I’ll have three 6’0”+ men pounding on the door with baseball bats. Or, more accurately, (cheap) wine bottles to break over the poor bloke’s head.

Is this why I’m single?


Sarah J. Gim November 1, 2010 at 2:08 am

D! that is absolutely why…from now on, don’t tell your dates you have two older brothers! i never even thought of that… hahaha~

robthechob November 11, 2010 at 7:18 pm

we are a long way from kansas


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