One of the things I definitely do not miss from living in Norway is the ladies’ toilets on the top floor of my office building on campus. The windows allowed the light to beam in all day, at the same time as the lights in the ceiling were particularly unforgiving. Looking in the mirrors was always bad. If you didn’t wear makeup you looked like a ghost on a good day. Wearing makeup you looked like a hooker (no matter how much or how little you wore). Nothing could ruin a good day like the mirrors on the 6th floor!
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And now it's me, trying every day, every week, to avoid my own ghost/hooker reflection in that very same mirror...
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