OK...
...I posted two pictures of me, taken within weeks of each other. Many women won’t leave the house without getting made up, I used to be one of them. Now I don’t care. Since I will go out in a t-shirt and sweats with my hair in a pony tail and no make up, I see a HUGE difference in the way I am treated by men depending on what I wear.
I’m not complaining, I’m just pointing out that some very important decisions are made based upon something as superficial as whether or not a person has primped that day. I would like to be treated in the nicer manner. So, I have to attain a certain physical standard to ensure that. It’s the way it is...I can’t get past a front desk dressed comfortably. I must dress nicely and primp to be accepted into certain situations where my appearance should not be a concern.
I don’t blame the men for that as much as I do US. Why are we doing this to ourselves? Why can’t we just level the playing ground and let it all hang out? LOLOLOL, not in THIS lifetime.
See ya,
Meg
...I posted two pictures of me, taken within weeks of each other. Many women won’t leave the house without getting made up, I used to be one of them. Now I don’t care. Since I will go out in a t-shirt and sweats with my hair in a pony tail and no make up, I see a HUGE difference in the way I am treated by men depending on what I wear.
I’m not complaining, I’m just pointing out that some very important decisions are made based upon something as superficial as whether or not a person has primped that day. I would like to be treated in the nicer manner. So, I have to attain a certain physical standard to ensure that. It’s the way it is...I can’t get past a front desk dressed comfortably. I must dress nicely and primp to be accepted into certain situations where my appearance should not be a concern.
I don’t blame the men for that as much as I do US. Why are we doing this to ourselves? Why can’t we just level the playing ground and let it all hang out? LOLOLOL, not in THIS lifetime.
See ya,
Meg
12 Comments:
I think you should stop posting pictures. They are showing up all over the net in an unfavourable context.
Really? I didn't know that. Well...I wouldn't think that I should give into such things...would you?
I would think that originals would only help me. :):):)
I would, yes. Googling you to find your blog is difficult. I would embarrassed, but maybe I am a lesser person.
No, of course not. I just can't do anything about it. I have to ignore it. To do anything else would be to give in to them. And if it has already happened, there isn't anything I can do, the cat's out of the bag as they say. So...onward I shall trudge.:):):)
Meg
I'm a special occasion make up wearer, myself. On the rare girls nights out, or when I have a date with my husband I will wear it, but not daily. I'm pretty low maintenance that way. I can remember going out a lot when I was younger, and getting as much male attention on the rare bummy no make up nights as I did when I purposely looked cute. I never really thought about it until just now, but that's the way it was. My husband will look at me first thing in the morning, when I still have crust in my eyes and my hair looks like shredded wheat and tell me I'm beautiful, so I guess I can't complain.
Oh..the husbands are another lot...they love you regardless, or because of so many different things (or at least they should, they see the beauty of all of you...they see more than anyone else and eye liner is not inlvolved.:):):)
Lucky you!
My mom didn't let me wear much make-up as a teen, and even now I don't like to wear it much. Generally I'm oblivious to advances I get from guys. It takes my husband telling me later, "That guy was staring at you." or "That guys was hitting on you, why didn't you tell him you were married?" And I'm sitting there going... "Uhhh duh... he was?" Hubs is used to it now. It just doesn't really occur to me that other men find me attractive. I simply see them as people, not horn-dogs. I can't help how they view me. But the point is I haven't noticed a discrepancy between when I do and don't wear make-up.
Hubs however does like to see me made up... I think because he likes to know that he's worth the effort to me. By virtue of being in love I do not compltely shun the make-up trend, but without him around I'd probably never wear it, and according to him still get hit on all of the time.
Not funny at all purple hat. My sister in law was in a car accident that left a scar above her right eye. As a result the hair won't grow back, so she plucks her left eyebrow completely and uses an eyebrow pencil so everything looks even. Using a pencil I'm sure doesn't draw as much attention as appearing to have lopsided or no eyebrows would.
Work or anything related to possible work is the one time that I willingly concede to make up. Every other time I am applying it, I am cursing Cleopatra for starting this crap in the first place. GGGgrrrr.
Meg
Oh, I can post a shot of me IN make up...
Call me the picture of vanity, insecurity or all those other negative traits, but I won't take out my garbage if I don't have on make-up. You know what? I'm not doing it for anyone else but me, because I don't give Aunt Fanny's rat's ass what anyone else thinks of me, but during the late '70s/early '80s, I had some serious depression issues during which I didn't even care whether I got out of bed or not and would just as soon not. After battling back, I decided that caring how I looked, for me and me alone, was one way to continue waging the war against depression, because if I don't look at least halfway decent, I don't feel good about myself, whether anyone else is looking or not. If I look skanky, I feel skanky. This is my way of taking care of me.
Anne
Yep. One day you wear no make up and you're wild and fun, daring, carefree, all sorts of wonderful things.
Then the next day, you're the hag at home who has "let themselves go".
Yeah, we do it for ourselves, TO SOME EXTENT! We are all just a little diefferent in our levels. I don't care about going to take the trash out...hell I'll go put the dog in the backyard and feed him wearing whatever I slept in and long before I even think about the mirror.
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