Some of the coworkers from my old office have been envious of me. 'You can reinvent yourself at the new place,' they said. 'Just go in there and do whatever you want. They don't know you there.'
I guess that's part of what the mini-makeover is about: self-invention. You have a vision of yourself that you'd like others to share, and you put it out there. Simple as that. The concept is very modern and American. The Great Gatsby probably had the first makeover.
Of course, there's a limit to how much control you have of your image. I have to imagine that Governor Eliot Spitzer wants to change his identity and relocate, just about now. I posted about him earlier but took it down because all the news was making me ill.
For those who don't know, Spitzer is the Governor of New York. He was also a tough Attorney General, and was exposed a couple days ago for using a prostitution service. He is all over the news, over and over again. His public apology on Monday, with his poor wife by his side has been replayed to death. I can only imagine that the trashy magazine circuit is next.
No matter what I do, I can't escape the fact that I'm 5'-3 1/2", that I have a distinctive giggle, or that my desk quickly becomes an organized chaos. Likewise, Eliot Spitzer can dye his hair, change his shirts from white to pink, and start wearing jeans and tennis shoes. Whatever he does, he can't escape himself.
Eventually, Spitzer will be remembered for the good stuff he did. But not for a while.