On Being a Pretty Lady

You’re browsing through the crowded aisles of Wal-Mart when, suddenly, you spot it. A wadded up  mess of hair bobbles along the row next to you as a frazzled looking woman rounds the corner. Her faded sweats really compliment that sickly, blotchy look her make-up-less face sports. You with your judgy Kim Kardashian eyes wonder why she couldn’t bother to slap on some mascara, but that’s because you’ve probably never realized how stupidly time consuming womanhood can be.

Birds Nest Bun

A while back, my boyfriend and I had a discussion that led to a grand epipheny. He claimed the majority of famous authors, chefs, and painters were men, and after much deliberation, I realized he was right. You know why? Because we’re too busy filling our eyebrows and blow-drying our frizzy-Lizzy hair.

Let’s say it takes the average woman fifteen minutes to put on make-up and that she wears make-up at least five out of seven days a week. Now, if she began wearing make-up at 13 and stops at 60, she will spend 183,300 minutes applying make-up. That’s roughly 127 days. I think Jenna Marbles said it best.

Jenna

Then we’ve got jokesters like Dove to deal with and their Real Beauty Sketches video. Oh, you didn’t see it? Check it out below. They’re clearly trying to say “hey, you’re more attractive than you think you are” while they’re actually saying “big foreheads, round faces, and freckles suck.” Thanks Dove. There went another $28 for some heavy duty Bare Minerals foundation and $20 on bangs.

Of course, there’s more than just make-up. You work out for your cottage cheese thighs, shave an acre-worth of real estate daily, buff and polish your lizardly dry skin,  and spend hours painting your nails like little watermelons. And you think skinny jeans are fun? There’s nothing enjoyable about jeans tight enough to leave stitching indentions on your billowing thighs. In fact, half the time our jeans are secretly unbuttoned beneath that flowly, hipster shirt we’re wearing for maximum meal-time enjoyment. Why do we do it? To look like pretty ladies.

Pretty Lady

You may think I’m a weird feminist hipster who doesn’t wear make-up or girly clothes. Wrong. I love dolling up and dancing around with baby-bottom-smooth legs as much as the next girl. I rejoice in femininity and the color pink. This song pretty much sums it up:

Really, I’m trying to say two things:

Boys: the next time you see a girl who’s obviously spent four hours trying to look like Jennifer Aniston on a bad day, you tell her how awesome she looks.

Girls: the next time you’re tempted to judge someone’s bird nest bun bobbling wildly like an epileptic turkey, bite your tongue. She’s probably the next J.K. Rowling.

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6 thoughts on “On Being a Pretty Lady

  1. I love the sense of humor this is written with. Your description of “billowing thighs” is especially fun. 🙂 Yeah, okay, so maybe my legs aren’t the most gorgeous in the world, but I’ll take that so long as it comes with a healthy heart and a sense of humor. After all, how else can you exist on this world without a body to grant you access? I think people should stop getting so worked up about appearance and just go with it. (And I loved your dissection of the Dove commercial, by the way.)

  2. I was that frazzled top knot lady today running out in a frenzy the night before my kiddos 3rd birthday party to fill the goodie bag for a last minute guest! Great post 🙂
    Jay {at} Purple Eggplant

  3. I agree with you that the horrendous, anti-feminist Dove advert is crap. But I gotta say, I do love Bare Minerals. One kind of make-up which doesn’t clog pores. I’m fine with that kind of girly beauty info being passed on when it is definitely for the greater good…and isn’t marketed in a way which insults our intelligence… 😉

    • I agree! I’m actually a huge fan of Bare Minerals myself, and I have to say I still like Dove’s products despite their poor “beauty sketch” campaign.

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