When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.
When science drove the gods out of nature, they took refuge in poetry and the porticos of civic buildings.
Political correctness is driving machismo underground and recalling effeminacy from exile.
The noble style immobilizes its subjects.
In new situations, I look carefully at appearances. In familiar ones, I glance.
Self-conscious? Try a wig, a corset, a veil, a beard. Or cultivate shamelessness.