I've been doing that for years.
Big Cuter says I have spoiled him for all other women, since it takes me no time at all to get ready to go. I search for my keys and my phone and my wallet - you'd think I would have learned to keep them in the same place by now, wouldn't you? - and I'm out the door. I don't own any makeup to put on. My hair is wash and shake and finger comb to dry. I like everything in my closet these days and the temperature is always hot so there aren't that many decisions to be made. I can be up and in the shower and in my clothes and out the door in less than ten minutes, if I have to. I don't look that much different when I have an hour to prepare.
Colbie Caillat told Elle that she worries about disappointing her fans. That's akin to a first grader freaking out when he sees his teacher holding hands, wearing shorts, walking near the zoo. You get over it. If her music is dependent upon her appearance, if her listeners can't appreciate its value without imagining a glamour puss mouthing the words, then she might have a point. But I've been enjoying her for years and have never given much thought to anything beyond the sound.
No one should have to be on all the time. Celebrities should be able to run to the corner store and grab a paper (does anyone do that anymore?) without worrying about being on the cover of the supermarket tabloids. But, since my should's don't rule the world, those in the public eye have to punt. Jackie Kennedy married Aristotle Onassis in part because he had enough money and influence to allow her to live a life out of the public eye. Buying an island or a mega-yacht isn't possible for most, so they worry.
I suppose I could worry, too. I have gone beyond clean-and-pressed, washed-and-dried, nothing-more; I wore makeup on special occasions until sometime in the 2000's. I know I didn't move any to Arizona in 2006. The rest of the wedding party had their makeup done and they looked lovely. I brought my face to the party, clad only in sunscreen.
My samples go straight to Elizibeth, who regards them as manna from heaven. Then, again, she's 16 and trying to decide what she looks like. Face paint is just one variation, for now. She knows I think she's gorgeous when she rolls into the dining room with bed-hair. When pushed, she'd probably admit that she knows it, too.
That's where it gets tricky. 16 and hiding behind war paint? We are not alone with our insecurities, the opening opines. And then, there's this:
Do they like you?
Do you like you?
I like you.
This is one of those posts which ends up in a different place than I'd intended. I'm glad to know that I am on the cutting edge of a burgeoning trend. This video prompted lots of comments and likes and shares on Facebook, so it obviously touched a nerve. It's never been a big deal to me, one way or another. I'm not very good at it, I'm lazy, it's an expense I can avoid..... I have lots of reasons but the biggest one is that I just don't care about it that much.
I do, however, always wear good underwear, because Bubba was right. You never know when you're going to end up in the hospital. Trust me on this one, denizens, even if you are reading this as you are applying mascara.