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WHAT I'M READING...

I'm a Stranger Here Myself

by
Bill Bryson

also

Battersea Park
Road to Enlightenment


WHAT I'M WATCHING...

Boston Public
Weakest Link



That's it for today!

GIRL STUFF

26 June 2001

When I logged on to Amazon.com today to see what wonderful things it had chosen for me to buy this week, I was greeted with an ad for Health and Beauty products.

"If you haven't yet shopped in our Health & Beauty store, now's the time to give us a try," the ad screams. I think this is a bit presumptuous. Just because I havenít purchased any beauty products at Amazon (or anywhere else), thatís no reason to go blaring it out to the world.

"You'll find everything you need to look and feel great, including everyday essentials, hard-to-find beauty brands, summer must-haves, and more...," the ad continues.

Hmmm....everyday essentials? And what would those be?

Femininity passed me by. I spent the weekend in a hotel room with two women and I sat and watched in fascination as they both got ready for the Pride March on Sunday. I was all ready to go first. This involved getting into the shower, washing my hair, getting dressed, and towel drying my hair, then running a brush through it to get all the hair going in (more or less) the proper direction.

One of my roommates got out of the shower, she wiped something on a cottonball all over her face. Then she applied something from a bottle, then dabbed red on her cheeks, making her look like a clown. Then she rubbed the red stuff into her cheeks so it almost disappeared. Then came more stuff from a bottle. Then stuff on a powder puff. Then it was time to do stuff to her eyes, which involved bottles and brushes, and finally there was lipstick. Ah! I recognized the lipstick.

When the face was all in place, it was time to concentrate on the hair. She put what looked like shaving cream in her hands--a huge ball of the stuff, and worked that all into her hair. Then she brushed the hair, then sprayed it, then teased it, then sprayed it some more, and finally added finishing touches.

I have to admit she looked pretty good when she finished.

Iím not sure when I gave up being a girly girl. There was a time when I wore stuff on my face. I, too, had bottles and jars and ointments and lipsticks. But actually it was mostly for show. I never really learned how to use that stuff. When I happen to catch beauty consultants now on TV, I realize that even when I was using beauty products, I probably ended up looking more like Mimi on Drew Carey than my friend from the hotel.

Some 15-20 years ago, I got tired of the game. I always hated the way my face felt under all that makeup and it was a freeing thing to stop using it. I kept lipstick around here for awhile and once in a very great while would put it on for a special occasion, but I decided I really liked not having to fuss. To say nothing of the money I saved.

Money! My word. I once got into Mary Kay because a friend was trying to set up a business. As a good friend, I dutifully bought all the cute little pink little Mary Kay stuff, and I actually used it for a couple of weeks. It cost, as I recall, a small fortune and I still had no clue how to really use the stuff. I can decorate a cake, but donít ask me to put on eye liner!

At some point a year or so ago, after I went to an awards show with Steve & Jimmy and met Carol Channing, I decided that if I was going to tag around with Steve, maybe I should start looking a little better, so I went and bought "stuff " again.

The problem was that in the interim, my eyesight had declined so much that when I took off my glasses to put on foundation makeup, I couldnít see my face. I had no idea if it was on evenly, or if Iíd glopped too much on one spot and none on the other. As for eye makeup, forget it. Ainít no way that could happen.

So if Iím ever to become a "beauty" (and at this age, I suspect Iíve let that opportunity pass me by!), Iím afraid itís going to have to be from inner beauty, Ďcause there ainít no way that Iím going to work at covering up the laugh lines or attempt to fool mother nature. Iím afraid that with this face, what you see is what you get.

Thank goodness Iím at an age where all of my peers need corrective lenses. I look much better to myopic people.


One Year Ago:
Gay Pride #3 - The Big One


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