Last night I had my first eye exam in more than three years, and I got new glasses. My left eye apparently hasn’t changed at all, and my right eye has changed very little. The eye doc wanted to dilate my pupils, but I’ve “postponed” that until I get up the courage to do it. I hate getting my pupils dilated — or at least I hated it the last time it happened, when I was 16. For a few hours, your eyes feel big and your vision is blurry. Ick.

After the exam, I got a new pair of glasses. I wanted something very different from my old ones: either rimless or Clark-Kent style. (Not quite like these, but doesn’t Tom Welling look hot there?) I wound up going with the Clark Kents — similar to the ones linked above, but made by Giorgio Armani. I’m wearing them now and I’m überconscious of them. I hope I look good — I certainly look different.

I also started growing a goatee last week, which I may or may not keep (although the boyfriend seems to love it). With the goatee and the new glasses, I sort of look too fashionable, or at least more fashionable than I’m used to. I kind of look like I live in the East Village. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

They might need to be adjusted a bit, because they keep sliding down my nose a little. Or maybe they need some tiny nosepads. Anyway, I have a month to return them if I don’t like them.

And hopefully I won’t accidentally flush them down the toilet.

From this week’s New Yorker: The best that can be said for Bush’s sudden call for a constitutional amendment to ban gay marriage is that, on some level, he seems ashamed of it.

It’s possible, though apparently he’s not enough ashamed of it to let it trump political expediency.

So much for not believing ”in politicizing people’s sexual orientation.”