Mirror, mirror The broad was getting older by the proverbial minute; as much as the story is about her vanity and how she couldn’t handle any competition and whatnot, what about the friggin’ king? It was his daughter living in so-called sin with seven guys -- nothing more than a glorified housekeeper too. What you must know is that it was all about me; I just wanted some pretty young thing to reflect; I was tired of the old dame and her adjustments and lifts, and her flippin’ eyebrows were starting to resemble the golden arches except they weren’t golden anymore, you know what I’m saying? As impartial as I am, as impartial as the next guy, I’m really a girl. A silent woman.
a little snow white, a little plath. a tongue in cheek remake....
loved it, chuckled at the many references…
strangely enough, made me think of Britomart and her mirror, which she ends up basically telling off…