I Don’t Wear Mascara on Fridays
I don’t. I put on the rest of the make-up I wear for work like I do every other day, but I leave my lashes bare. I suppose that’s my pathetic attempt at sticking it to the man: Listen up! My lashes will not conform to the beauty standards dictated by a patriarchal society on Fridays.
I think the reason I picked mascara for my rebellion is because I wear contact lenses, and if I don’t wear mascara, I don’t feel like I have to wash my face Friday nights when I’m usually dragging from the weight of a week’s worth of toil. I should wash my face because I’ll wake up feeling gross on Saturday, but not all rebellions are fully thought through.
I don’t think I wear a lot of make-up. I don’t wear foundation, but I do wear a tinted moisturizer so I can have some color. I recently started to use BB cream, and I’m still trying to decide how I feel about it. It has a slight fragrance that I don’t like and it takes longer to put on because it highlights every bit of dry skin on my face, and I’m scraping at places around my nose as if I’m scraping a popcorn ceiling. However, once everything isn’t flaking off, the result looks good. I think. I also wear mineral powder, concealer, blush, eye shadow, the aforementioned mascara (except on Fridays) and lip gloss/lipstick. This regimen has been the same for the last decade although it occurs to me that maybe I should look into what make-up a woman of my age should wear.
I can’t do foundation. I remember watching my mother put on her “face,” foundation, powder, the works and do her hair before we could leave the house, while I felt frustrated that we couldn’t simply get up and go. I swore I wouldn’t wear make-up like that.
This Sunday, Jimmy and I were supposed to head to DC for the Lady Gaga concert. Yes, Lady Gaga. Remember, my husband is a Little Monster. Unfortunately, Lady Gaga had to cancel the rest of the tour due to injury, and Jimmy is a sad panda. Instead of trying to piece together an appropriate ensemble for a 35-year-old to wear or making up a tween so other parents at the concert don’t think we’re pedophiles, we’ll be at home, watching our DVD of The Monster Ball Tour over and over, Jimmy clutching his tour t-shirt and me wearing my new Gaga socks. A tear might even be shed.
I haven’t updated on my weight loss efforts. They are going well. I’ve been low carbing for 7 weeks and have started to notice results in the last 2 weeks. The only thing I’m really craving carb-wise is pizza. Pizza helped get me into this problem, so I’ll stay strong and experiment with making reduced-carb pizza instead. Alas, the push up challenge isn’t going as well. I’ve had a few bad weeks and probably need to start over.
I have a few good reads for you:
- Remember the article on the hot mess of Lindsay Lohan and the making of the movie The Canyons? Well, her porn star costar James Deen (isn’t he clever?) wrote his perspective.
- This one caused me to guffaw loudly in my office: What’s the Deal with Caterpillars?
- Remember Amy Bishop who shot her colleagues at the University of Alabama? Patrick Radden Keefe wrote a thorough, fascinating article on her life and the investigation into her shooting of her brother.
- Emily Rapp’s son Ronan died last week. He wasn’t yet 3: What Not to Say to a Grieving Parent
- Dresden wrote a great piece for the Huffington Post: Raising a Son within the Princess Culture
- This amazing answer to a Quora question on what life is like after a cochlear implant. I’m reading Far from the Tree, and it has a chapter on deafness.
- Why Twitter Makes Us Want to Add Extra Lettersssss
- We all know that writing about parenting is often derided. A rebuttal.
- And finally, Downton Abbey, How Could You?