Eddie Izzard Makeup Guilt & ARM PIT KITTIES

[BrotherMan]

[Ymir's blood]

Oh! I didn't see you standing there.

[Ensign Steve]

Originally Posted by Ensign Steve

OMG, boring!

I have statement pieces!

Statement piece of the day:

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Yes, that is from Think Geek.

[curses]

Those are pure awesome. That reminds me to share the earrings my friend is wearing today.

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[Ensign Steve]

Thanks for making me hate my earrings.

[curses]

No way! Plus I've asked my friend where she got hers. So we can all be like OMG MATCHING.

[curses]

Hay ES, here's where my friend got them from. Etsy store warning!
Leroy's Place by leroysplace on Etsy

They have a pair of Jesus and Tammy Faye earrings, too

[Ensign Steve]

Jesus on one ear, Tammy Fae on the other?

[curses]

I am gonna ask them to do me a Freddie Mercury set.

[Ymir's blood]

Freddie on ear, Paul on the other?

[Janet]

Though I drive my truck through the valley of death I will fear no evil because I have Tammy Faye Bakker in the cab next to me and she's getting over her drug addiction affliction and she's a good copilot now.

I think the thing I miss most since Elvis Hitler broke up is the way he had a different TV preacher as his copilot at every show.

[Janet]

[One for Sorrow]

*Bamp* because this is really well said.

When Your Mother Says She's Fat

I remember starting to worry about my weight when I was six, probably about the time my mother first started berating me for being fat (she has always been thin.) Anyway, it really struck a chord, because whether you are fat-shaming your child or obsessing about your own body image in front of your child, it can only be harmful.

Life is too short to for that crap. We all need to learn to love ourselves.

[Janet]

I had a conversation with a friend once where I expressed surprise and a bit of disapproval that people who were thinner than me could so frequently call themselves fat in my presence. He said something I've been reminding myself of in those conversations for a long time, "Body image is a very personal thing."

Sure, I'd like it if my mother would stop worrying about her weight. She's eighty-five, for fuck's sake, she's earned the right to eat whatever she wants. And I do tell her that, but it doesn't stop it. I am very fortunate to have a positive body image despite what society tells me I should feel. I feel lucky, but I acknowledge that a positive body image is a kind of privilege, at the risk that saying that will bring the privilege trolls out of the woodwork. It's something I didn't accomplish myself but that makes my life better and easier.

Now that I think about it, that's a pretty good working definition of privilege right there.

[lisarea]

It's a good thing we have a thrad about hairy armpits, or I would have noplace else to put this:

Why Are We Grossed Out by Women With Pit Hair? -- Science of Us

[SR71]

I'm not very convinced of the pheromone theory of hairy humangs. I suspect it has more to do with temperature regulation.

[Ymir's blood]

Hate body hair=misandry

[lisarea]

ASU professor encourages students to defy body hair norms | ASU News

The thing I think is weirdest about it is how many people have wholly internalized social semiotics to the point that they think their choices are based solely on personal preference and/or pragmatism.

So you have to conform to those standards while simultaneously refuting them, because they're silly and ridiculous and only suckers do that, and it's just a big giant coincidence when your fully rational personal choices happen to align with cultural expectations.

The paper, PDF.

[Ensign Steve]

Hillary Clinton selfies: Clinton's makeup free look is one last middle finger to the patriarchy - Quartz



I hope it becomes a trend so I can go full hipster and be like I did it first.

(caveat: it says "Clinton is no longer wearing visible makeup" which is a whole other thing, wearing makeup without looking like you're wearing makeup. Easy, right? )

Anywhoozle...

I went to my company holiday party on Friday night, and I wore makeup for maybe the second or third time this year. I got my nails did in bright sparkly red and I wore a sexy-ass dress and red high heels. Somehow magically my hair looked awesome without my having to think about it so that was nice. (the only thing I didn't do was my eyebrows because I think I'm officially done caring about that ever, but I did tweeze out the random chin and neck whiskers)

Literally, people I work with did not recognize me. I bet they assumed I was somebody's +1.

So here's the part that could go in the petty accomplishment thread except it's so petty as to not even be an accomplishment:

My fingernails are awesome. I began getting regular pedicures when I started serious run training again, cuz my toenails kept turning black and falling off like they do (not so awesome). It costs almost nothing to add a regular (non-gel, non-acrylic) manicure to the pedicure, so I've been getting those too. I always get some kind of bright, funky, fun color on my toes and clear polish on my fingers. The toenail color is for me, for fun, the one special pampery, feminine thing I love to do instead of makeup or hair color or whatever. The clear fingers are cuz one of the first times I went in, the lady who did them practically refused to cover them with color because they're so damn gorgeous naturally.

But for the holiday party we made an exception and decided to go all festive. I picked a bright red with glitter in it for my fingers and my toes. And like happens every time I go in, the lady who did my hands is like "wow! so long!" and made the lady doing my feet look at them and was like "look! they're natural. so long!" and I was like "yeah, my mom's are the same" because they are.

Then later after the polish was on, the pedicure lady came back specifically to see how they looked with polish on them. She goes "they look like fake nails!" and she put her long fake nails next to mine and was like "you can't even tell the difference!" (which I'm like, is that supposed to be a compliment? I think you want your fake nails to look natural, not the other way around. But her fake nails were really, really good, so it was okay I guess) So I go "it's cheaper my way, lol", and then she shows them to the client sitting to my right and she's like "look! they're natural!" and the client was like "wow!" or whatever.

Then I'm still just chilling with my hands on the pillow, waiting for the polish to dry, and another manicurist to my left glances over and goes "pretty. are they natural?" and I'm like "yes" and she starts telling both her client and the next one over, "look! how pretty! they're natural" and the clients are like "ooh! wow!" and I'm like Jeebus, my ego can only take so much.