“I loathe narcissism, but I approve of vanity.” – Diana Vreeland
I live in New York City, one of the most self-absorbed cities in the world. Outside of Los Angeles, I’ve not yet been to a city that’s more obsessed with its own reflection. In a city powered by businesses that run on appearance and how one looks, we have a large portion of our economy that thrives on our passion toward how we look.
As as far as I can tell, business has never been better.
That being said, I really am not a fan of narcissism, much like the legendary Diana Vreeland. People who are infatuated with themselves to the point of the exclusion of others (or anything else in general) are incredibly boring. After all, if you can’t talk about them, what other topics exist if seated next to them at a dinner party? They suck the air right out of the room and time is more painful and passes more slowly in their presence.
I am, however, a fan of vanity. A good amount of vanity is an instinct that, when properly developed, is a survival tool. Proper preening can help you land a mate, a job, an apartment, a seat at the right restaurant, and a touch faster service in the right setting. It’s the understanding that a little maintenance goes a long way, that by taking very good care of yourself, you then have time to pursue other details looking your absolute best.
Chanel once said that good clothes open all doors and that a woman should always look her best for Destiny. I wholeheartedly agree. Even though I’m learning this skill later in life, I’m acquiring a good amount of vanity. Today I put on lipstick and mascara and a cute head wrap to do laundry in my new building, just on the off-chance I might meet one of my new neighbors. My three seconds of vanity landed me a dinner invitation with my upstairs neighbor who thinks that her son would love me and at least three new connections with other tenants. This is just from a good red lip and clear mascara. Think what would have happened if I’d added perfume. 🙂
Hence, I encourage you to fall even deeper in love with your reflection and to seal that loving gaze upon yourself with a kiss. Preferably with a great lipstick.