The Look of Mormon
Jan. 31st, 2004 12:44 pmYou know what scares me about Mormons?
It's the Look. Not their features - they don't all look alike, that's not what I'm saying. But every Mormon I've seen or met has the Look. It's in their eyes. It's a look like too-clean spring water. It's a look that says to me, "My brain is cleaner than your brain."
Which, admittedly, is no great feat, but it's like I can see through their eyes clear into the back of their head. It's slightly unnerving. Don't get me wrong, this is not really a criticism. I've met Mormons I like -
ladyat's daughter and her husband for example - but they had the Look too.
Just like the two relatively attractive and well-groomed Mormon girls that showed up at my door just now waking me from my still-apnea'd sleep and tried to evangelize to me. Sadly, I have little patience for these things, especially when my mind is all cottony from being half asphyxiated, so I fobbed them off as gently and as politely as possible. I'd just have wound up distressing them with my views anyway.
Having the Look isn't a bad thing. It just weirds me out, sometimes, when I spot it. I feel like I'm facing porcelain dolls, and feel the need to tiptoe around them or mirror the smiles they always seem to have on their faces.
I've lost the urge to smack those faces. This is a good thing. I feel I've grown.
It's the Look. Not their features - they don't all look alike, that's not what I'm saying. But every Mormon I've seen or met has the Look. It's in their eyes. It's a look like too-clean spring water. It's a look that says to me, "My brain is cleaner than your brain."
Which, admittedly, is no great feat, but it's like I can see through their eyes clear into the back of their head. It's slightly unnerving. Don't get me wrong, this is not really a criticism. I've met Mormons I like -
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Just like the two relatively attractive and well-groomed Mormon girls that showed up at my door just now waking me from my still-apnea'd sleep and tried to evangelize to me. Sadly, I have little patience for these things, especially when my mind is all cottony from being half asphyxiated, so I fobbed them off as gently and as politely as possible. I'd just have wound up distressing them with my views anyway.
Having the Look isn't a bad thing. It just weirds me out, sometimes, when I spot it. I feel like I'm facing porcelain dolls, and feel the need to tiptoe around them or mirror the smiles they always seem to have on their faces.
I've lost the urge to smack those faces. This is a good thing. I feel I've grown.