So here's how I discovered this vile plot: I wore make-up yesterday, not because I wanted to, because--let's be brutally honest here--why would I want to? Ever? So why did I do it? To please others. Yep. *hanging head in shame* You see, I wanted to post a couple of videos to YouTube, and since make up does actually make me look marginally presentable, I figured it would be a good idea to put some on so that I
One of the brilliant things about turning 40, (and soon, too soon, 41) is that I care less and less about what other people think about me. Not that I don't enjoy a well-placed compliment, or kudos where they are due, I just quit caring so much about trying to please other people. There are a certain amount of people in this life who are gonna like you, and a whole whack of people who don't, and an even bigger whack of people who simply don't give a damn. Plus, I'd really rather be judged based on my "actual value" rather than my "perceived value". Now, this may be the reason (or just one of a gazillion) that I am still single, but that doesn't bother me like it did when I was young either. (Although, upon further reflection, maybe it's because I forget shit at a much more rapid rate than I did when I was younger. I don't know, I forget...)
Now, what was my point? Oh yeah! An evil, must wear makeup to appear in public, brassiere inventing, high heel promoting, torture yourself to please other people, pernicious plot to overthrow a woman's true inner beauty, and exchange it for pseudo-beauty at any physical cost. (When you eat into my Filofax budget buddy, AND make me feel like crap in the process, you're on thin ice)
I could try to blame it on men--because it's so fantasmically easy to blame stuff on them--but really? I don't even think that they give a rats rear about all that stuff, to be honest. Face it, they either want to see a woman nekked, or they want a sandwich--and they're not the ones buying the fashion magazines. It's WOMEN!! So make-up can kiss my huge butt, I'm not wearing it any more. And ladies, if you don't like me because of that, I'll miss you!
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