This is regarding Cate Plys’ “You look . . . ridiculously made up.” Makeup for men? What a revolting idea.
But it’s not nearly as revolting as Plys’ notion that “a woman’s face in its natural state look sickly, washed-out and blotchy.”
Did Plys think about asking any men about this?
I’m not foolish enough to think that women apply makeup for our benefit; actually I’m thankful that albatross isn’t hanging around our collective necks. But, like the art critic who never lifted a brush and therefore is impressed by the product and not the process, we men are better judges of women’s beauty than ladies are.
This man’s opinion: Makeup is effective only when it’s applied sparingly and imperceptibly; when it’s obvious, the lady has turned herself into a cartoon.
If cosmetics enhance a woman’s beauty, fine; if they become a woman’s beauty, she has blown it. Less is more.
As for women who insist on blue eye-shadow, eyelashes longer than a North Dakota wheat field, “blush” cheeks and outrageous lipstick, they make me think of three words: Bozo the Clown.
The mechanics of cosmetics astound me. Morning comes soon enough without having to create a masterpiece in the bathroom mirror. Every day.
Some women lug around enough toxic cosmetics to choke a beaver pond. I once overheard a couple of women discussing “foundation.” I thought a foundation was something that was delivered by a cement mixer.
I will offer this observation: When men talk about women’s cosmetics, they usually measure it by the “Tammy Faye factor.”
The lady I’m seeing now doesn’t do makeup, not even lipstick, and that’s one reason (albeit a minor one) that I find her attractive.
Women are their own worst enemies because they’ve bought into the marketing tripe pushed by the cosmetics industry. Only you can set you free.
