Stay away from the light, Carol Anne!

I've been late to work every day for the last week. Why, you may ask? Every time I look into this 10x magnifying illuminated mirror = 15 minutes of squeezing, plucking, and picking. It's like the fuzzy TV screen in Poltergeist. I just can't look away. It's mesmerizing. It's so powerful that when I glance into it, I can see my sweetie's pores...when he's in the other room. My eyebrows have never looked so good, but this isn't exactly the boost a thirty-something woman needs to feel good about herself. I'm having a serious love-hate relationship with this mirror. It looks so inviting with its antique bronze finish, then BAM! it shows me my mustache. It fools you with trickery and then strikes you in the throat. Stupid razzle-dazzle, flimflam mirror.