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I grew up in an era where women who wore foundation looked like Bozo the Clown plus I had to wear a lot of shit on my face when I was modeling, and inevitably it made me break out in cystic acne. (Cystic acne for models is kinda like carpal tunnel syndrome for programmers.)

Used to be, too, that foundations came in a very limited palette, none of which matched my skin. I have very dark skin for a white girl, legacy of my Italian heritage and my African great-grandmother.

So, I’ve never worn foundation.

Past couple of months, though, I found out that two of my friends wear foundation: Camille, whose skin color is in the same color range as mine, and Little Megan. I would never have noticed they were wearing foundation either if I hadn’t seen them applying it. The effects are very subtle: It kinda smooths out those tiny variations in hue and tone, makes pores disappear etc. It looks good!

So anyway, yesterday, I found myself at the Mall and wandered into Sephora for—ahem—an errand! And found myself chatting with the World’s Nicest Makeup Consultant who lured me into the Magic Chair and did foundation-matching.

Oh, my Gawd! Buying makeup is the true secret to happiness!

How could I ever have doubted for a single second that life is rich and full?

You get to stare at yourself in a mirror for a full half hour! You have an excuse! Is anything on the planet more fun?


Anyway, I ended up spending a lot of $$$$$ on beautifying product, and Goddam! They’re worth every penny ‘cause I feel pretty! Oh, so pretty.

Made a detour on the way home to go running, came home and collapsed.

Watched the first three episodes of Season 3 of The Man in the High Castle, which I’m not entirely sure is as good as Seasons 1 & 2, which I love.

Woke up this morning with a sore throat, so it seems as though I may be getting ill.

I hardly ever get ill, and the timing of this illness—if such it is—is baaaaaad.

But never mind that. No matter how I feel, I’ll look gorgeous.


Did not read news. Tried to avoid all political conversation except Ed came over looking extremely down in the dumps, and Ed is my pal, and from time to time, we stop talking over politics, and I’m never happy when that happens.

“Collins says she’s gonna vote for Kavanaugh’s confirmation,” Ed said gloomily.

Why would you ever think that Collins wouldn’t vote for Kavanaugh’s confirmation? I thought. Collins is from Maine. Have you seen who the Governor of Maine is? This whole ‘Collins, the Warrior Queen Who Will Save America from Overgrown Frat Boy Kavanaugh’ scenario is a narrative dreamed up by the fuckin’ media to keep you on the edge of your chair.

But I didn’t say that.

Instead, I said, “Ed! Never mind Susan Collins. Don’t I look great?”

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Oct. 7th, 2018 03:41 am (UTC)

Go and fix your make up, girl, it's just a break up
Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
'Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart
But this ain't my mama's broken heart
Oct. 8th, 2018 02:12 pm (UTC)
Ha, ha! :-)
Oct. 8th, 2018 12:34 pm (UTC)
My idea of Hell
Staring at myself in the mirror. Perhaps it's because I'm not visual, but I had to take a lot of personal growth training before I could bring myself to look carefully into a mirror. I still mostly don't, since I can shave by touch. Pretty much only to trim eyebrows and ear hair; that's it.
Oct. 8th, 2018 02:11 pm (UTC)
Re: My idea of Hell
Yeah, I think you are the opposite of "metrosexual." :-)
Oct. 9th, 2018 04:33 pm (UTC)
The makeup lady looks a lot like my friend Carol (makeup lady has way longer hair, tho).
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