The
Lady in the Looking-Glass
Virginia Woolf was a literary great for either gender
(1222), but she also wrote much on sexual politics. Shut out of an education
due to her sex and having a mother whose main profession was her beauty, she
grew up in a world with very distinct gender definitions. “The Lady in the
Looking-Glass: A reflection” taps into this. I have long thought “people should
not leave looking-glasses hanging in their rooms” (1224). It causes unnecessary
attention to one’s physical appearance. That becomes the focal point of this
story’s character’s existence. She is unhappy with her inside and outside
appearance. This becomes clear through the modern tools of
stream-of-consciousness, narration and character. As in the other works I just
touched on, all the emphasis is on the character (hence the stress on
psychological components). The mirror just serves as a metaphor. The reader
discerns that there might be a split of self. It’s questionable whether the
woman really is the Isabella that she’s said to be or just Virginia. There are
differences between what the house looks like in real life and then within the
mirror. There is light. There are shadows. Woolf even incorporate animals! As
everything changes, one can gather that Woolf is making a point that life
itself is fluid. It is always game for change. That isn’t to say that one must
change with it, though. The reader is told that the interior remains the same
throughout it all. I interpret this to mean that one can remain the same
throughout it all. What matters is that he knows himself and stays true to
that. I try to do that as much as possible, but what’s important to bear in
mind is that mirrors only sow so much. They can’t reveal whether someone’s
blood is boiling or heart is breaking. On the surface everything might just
look fine, but that doesn’t mean anything. I know I’ve spent so much of my life
being an illusion—not because I’m unafraid to be myself but because I don’t
want to burden people with my problems. My friends found out stuff about me
which had occurred at the beginning of the year at the very end of the year,
and they couldn’t believe I hadn’t said anything. One friends went so far as to
make her facebook status, “Sometimes the best actors you’ll ever know are the
people right around you.” Sadly, that is so true. Luckily, I have still
disclosed details of them when would have made them angrier with me because
they care so much. Too much, really! But my point is appearances can be
deceiving. Everyone who knows me realizes I’m not a single stereotype that
typically would come to mind. Premature judgments only cause me to laugh. Woolf
is really inspirational and philosophical to touch upon this. Somebody had to,
and she nailed it.
This is very good analysis.👍
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