Tiny rant
I hate the cosmetic/weight loss/glamor industry with white-hot passion. They continually prey on people’s insecurities, telling them their eyelashes aren’t long enough, their faces aren’t lovely enough, they aren’t thin enough, they aren’t dressed well — the list goes on and on and on — all to sell them a boatload of offal at highway robbers’ rates.
Meanwhile the inner person, the place from which all true beauty, decency, gentleness, nurturing, kindness and love emanates, goes neglected. Why? Because there’s no way to sell those things. No spurious solutions you can package to keep the suckers coming back for more, more, more.
If losing weight or wearing lipstick or daubing behind the ear with a little Vera Wang perfume makes you feel better about yourself, by all means do it. Enjoy it. But not because the advertising industry dictates terms of beauty to you. Dictate your own terms of beauty, and don’t let the bastards piss on your parade.
My eyelashes aren’t long enough?
