My 100th Post – How Lipstick Can Change Your Life.
I can’t go anywhere anymore without lipstick. I can forget all the other makeup (well, most of the other makeup), but I cannot function without lipstick. Why?
Because this is how it makes me feel.
Everyone needs to feel like Joey Heatherton sometimes, even if they’re Alice Pearce.
Thanks for coming on this blog journey with me; I’m having a blast!
Comments
And um, yeah - lipstick isn't the main problem for me, actually!
You must be kidding. Ms. Joey Heatherton was one of the hottest hotties of all time (well--for creepy old guys *cough cough*), but that picture makes her look like an Emmet Kelly wanna be. For some reason, the morons (to use a value neutral, non-judgmental expression) who put together cosmetic ads seem to believe that wearing less than $50 USD worth of crap at any given time (especially right before going to sleep) leaves you looking like a repulsive two-bagger. I wonder why they do that?
As for the Basement Chicken's comment--I remember a few years ago, Julia Child attended some big numbered reunion of some school she attended. Ms. Child left the reunion early, furious at her classmates. She was the only one who even wore lipstick, or did anything with her hair. The rest of her classmates (her phrase) just wanted to be miserable old ladies, sitting around complaining about their health problems.
I think of that story, in conjunction with The Who song about how I hope I die before I get old. La Belle Child: she did die, before she got old.
Fight the power, America. There's a wide gap between Alice Pearce and Emmet Kelly, so find the path that's right for you.
And congratulations to Barbara the Humour on becoming a Centurion (in the good way).
I remain:
A creepy old guy.
Bill Abendroth
Samsara Samizdat
PS YELLOW lipstick? I mean, I grew up in the 70s, so I remember brief (mercifully brief) flurries of white and various permutations of brown (I don't EVEN want to think about that)--But yellow? That's gotta be even worse than the Goth's black.....