Friday, February 13, 2009


Ok, ladies, I just don’t get it.


I walk through Nordstroms on the way to lunch on a fairly regular basis.  The makeup counter is right there by the door, so I have to walk by.  Thankfully the shoe department is right across the aisle, but that’s another point entirely.


Anyway, there’s always a healthy host of ladies getting painted on by these bizarro rejects from some crazy post-apocalyptic sci-fi flick.  What is it about these freak-shows that inspires confidence in their ability to put an attractive layer of make up on you?  I mean, seriously.  Some of them genuinely look like they have no access to a mirror, and when they do have said access for some reason they go completely blind when they look into it and just continue to put on the eye liner and shadow stuff that’s supposed to go on eye-lids (I’ll call it lid-shadow, for lack of a better term).  Today, this one horror actually looked like she was just getting back from robbing a bank or communing with her other family of raccoons!  AND SOMEONE WAS LETTING HER PAINT UPON THEIR FACE!!


Why?  I just don’t get it.  Why?  What compels someone to look at a perfectly attractive woman and think to themselves “you know, that face needs a layer of concealer and about 5 pounds of hideous makeup!”  It’d be like trying to “fix” the Mona Lisa.  Something’s just not right about that.


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