This week I got an earful from one of my colleagues at work who can’t understand why I don’t wear my glasses.
The answer is very simple.
But then, according to the Daily Mail, 7.5 million other women are exactly the same as me. So I’m assuming I’m in fairly good company.
Paul Surridge of the Sight Care Group, who conducted the survey, said: ‘What seems ridiculous is that girls would much rather damage their eyesight permanently than visit their local independent optician for a quick check.’
No more ridiculous than damaging the bones in their feet, hips and backs and their knee joints by wearing high heels out of vanity. To look and feel attractive, we do a fair number of slightly ridiculous things. Perversely, I quite like the contradiction of being reasonably intelligent and doing something totally stupid. I like to think it makes me a bit more human.
Or maybe I am actually just daft. Anyway, it gives me stories to tell, where I get to poke fun at myself and make everyone else feel a little more sensible. And that, I think, is a public service worth wandering through the world in a blissful blur for.
In conclusion, you should thank me for not wearing my glasses. Fact.