"I've got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without make-up, you're always made up." - Mix Tape by Brand New
Cosmetics are one of the top five reasons I'm ecstatic to not be female. In the seventeenth century, "painted women" were looked down upon by society, but today, women won't be seen without a fresh coat of foundation and backup supplies in their purse. And the ridiculous thing is that women aren't even doing it for men anymore - you have no one to blame but yourselves.
Personally I hate make-up. "Fake-up" is what I call it, and it's deeply imbedded in our society. When I was blowing up G.I. Joes in my basement, you girls were in front of a mirror with a fake cosmetics kit, practicing on yourselves, your friends, and your dolls. When I snuck into my dad's bathroom cabinet to scrape my face with his old razor (better my face than my legs) you were next to me putting on lipstick.
The media then works hard to make women feel insecure. As if beautified models aren't enough, computer editing hides pounds, wrinkles, and blemishes, leaving girls to wonder why they aren't good enough looking naturally. The girls that spend too much time on their faces, hair, and outfits hang out together because other girls hate being late.
Who says that natural isn't good enough? Other girls say it, because your confidence in original beauty undermines their insecurity buried beneath too much mascara.
Society operates under these impossibly high standards of beauty because sex sells and cosmetics is a twenty billion dollar business. Imagine being taught that you need a product to look socially acceptable.
This product is tested on animals that have no problem with the way they look (in many species, the female is the plain and ugly one) then are sold backed up by brand names and supermodels. You put it on every morning, touch it up during the day, and then buy different products to remove the mask every night. I'm lucky to fit a shower in during the day.
This is crazy, ladies. Let's be honest, you might think you're wearing makeup to impress the guy sitting behind you in Chemistry 101, but the guy who is going to be worth your time will be concerned your eyelids are purple and will imagine how you look when you're just being yourself. I've never gone to the circus and found myself attracted to the clowns (well, there was that one time...) and the guy that wants to wake up next to you more than once will be the one who doesn't care how about the thickness of your eyelashes. Fake-up attracts fake guys.
Make-up, if you must use it, should enhance your originally beautiful features, not be a mask you hide behind. No matter how sleek that car looks in the parking lot, if the transmission is ruined, it's worthless. Likewise, men aren't to be deceived, only attracted, and when we start dating we're going to catch you when you're not wearing make-up and find that the layer of blush has only been keeping us that much more apart.
Imagine the revolution: single insecure women wear lots of make-up, confident women with interesting personalities have a little eyeliner on (because they'd rather you be looking at their faces), and committed women in relationships can't remember the last time they carried cosmetics because they already found who they want.
If everyone wears make-up at Birthday Ball, there should be a day that no one does. And then no one will have to wonder if "Maybe it's Maybelline."
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