Hey, four eyes

Am I the only one who totally geeked out about Rachel Maddow recently debuting her new blue glasses? I can’t be, surely. In fact I know I’m not. But my geeking out over her new, blue Clark Kent look comes in part because earlier this month I took on my own new, blue Clark Kent look. And now I’m little worried that people will think I’m pulling a Maddow. Not that there is anything wrong with that, clearly. But I’d also like people to think I do – every now and then (usually then) – actually have an original thought in my head. The good news is my new glasses have a few very important distinctions from Rachel’s.

First, I wear my glasses less than her – just mostly around the house, when running errands, being lazy and feeling incapable of poking myself in the eye with my contacts. Second, mine are metal frames – I can’t wear the big, bulky plastic ones. Actually, I’ve kind of been going back and forth with my choice of frames. Too nerdy? Too 1950s high school principal? Too look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane?

Well crap, I might as well let you weigh in:

But what I really think Rachel has done is help me finally make peace with my purchase. (No one here needs to be told she is “the new sexy,” as dubbed by The Village Voice.) My glasses are just nerdy and just hot enough. Who knows, with pride coming up this weekend, maybe I can even get a little of Maddow’s smart-girl magnet charm to rub off on me. (Yes, that’s Ana Marie Cox and Rachel making lesbian hearts everywhere go pitter-patter over the weekend).

Plus, I’ve got one more thing over Maddow for sure in the glasses department. I actually can take off my glasses, shake out my hair and say, “Do you know what the penalty is for an overdue book?”