Framed, I tell you
The fun thing about shopping for glasses is that it's an opportunity for re-invention. With just a flick of the wrist and hundreds of dollars worth of plastic, I can be a mad scientist, or a hipster, or that Lennon guy, or some approximation of all three. I can be an intellectually cool Beatle-esque version of me.

Or I can continue the squashing of the big round circles that were my glasses in seventh grade. So I'm a squashed version of my seventh-grade self. Sounds about right. Which is why I'm going to wear contacts most of the time.