Not much to report over here in Grandma's House World today. Though, I must say, living in a gated community is so weird. Again, like another planet. Of course, I took a long walk this evening, and, in this highly-monitored environment, I still had some jerk yelling things at me from his car while I was strolling down the street. If I was Spaceman Spiff, I would have set my lazer gun to "kill-me-a-dumbass." Made me wonder how much members pay to feel "safe" in their community. Sigh. I always fantasize about coming up with the perfect response to these people, but it never seems to come out of my mouth. All this talk of Spaceman Spiff if making me wish my Calvin and Hobbes books weren't in storage.
Anyways, earlier today, my grandma told me that, if I wanted, I could put my makeup in this basket in the bathroom. And, I was like, "um, I don't actually wear makeup," and my grandma gave me the does-not-compute look and just said, "oh." So I started thinking about makeup and my lack thereof. I was trying to remember how old I was when my friends started wearing it, and I came up with 7th grade. So, the girls who started wearing makeup when they were 13 have 11 years of makeup wearing experience on me. Wow. Actually, I tried eye shadow in 7th grade for a hot minute. I remember putting a shitton of blue, green, or brown eye shadow on and then trying to get out of the house without getting crap from anyone. And I also remember being stopped by my parents for "looking like a hooker" and then being made to wipe it off. I wanted to look that way (like a hooker) SO BADLY. When you're in 7th grade, you want to do everything everyone else is doing SO BADLY. And if you're not allowed, it's NOT FAIR! I HATE YOU! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! And it's the end of the world as you know it. I remembering wanting "flared" jeans so badly it physically hurt. Anyways, I also once got my makeup done in New York City on my 16th birthday. Looking back at the pictures, I would say that I looked like a total clown. So, I went to a Broadway show like this:
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I'm not trying to offend people who wear makeup, but I just don't get it. Why do we need to cover up our beautiful faces? And why should women, not men, be especially expected to wear it? And what the hell do 13-year-olds with babies' butts for skin need with frickin' makeup?????? Like, for seroius! A 13-year-old needs makeup like a fat kid needs a second piece of cake (yes, I'm going to hell). I also remember playing soccer in high school with this one girl who was totally obsessed with makeup. She would "do" her makeup before playing a soccer game. Um? And, rumor had it, she "did" her makeup before GOING TO SLEEP. In case someone decided to photograph her while she slept? In case there was a fire and she had to run outside (and had to look perfect)? SOMEONE EXPLAIN THIS TO ME!
Anywho, I don't wear makeup. Ever. Neither does my sister. Maybe we just have good genes? (: I really don't want to. And I don't want to "have" to like some women say they do.
Anyways, I'd love to hear from some women who do wear makeup and like it. Get the other side of things. I sincerely just don't get it!
And yes, I realize I failed Girl 101.
RYAN'S RECOMMENDATIONS:
Listening: My stepmom recommended
Firecracker
by The Wailin' Jennys to me. I haven't listened to it yet, but I've heard great things about the band.
Reading:
Chesapeake
by James Michener. Only 20 pages in, but I'm really enjoying his writing style and the first main character, Pentaquod.
Working Out: I went for a long walk today (as I mentioned above). It was mentally relaxing. If you are unable to do high impact exercise, walk walk walk.
