The trouble with mirrors is they don’t care It’s well known that I am a self-indulgent jerk; just ask any woman who ever raised, dated or married me. While you might be able to question the veracity of some of those ladies, the shear number of them willing to offer testimony lends some credence to the notion that delayed gratification is not my long suit. To be honest, I probably am self-indulgent. I never really considered that to be a bad thing. If I want ice cream, and I have ice cream you can bet your bippy I’m going to …