New York is bloody killing me (aka open forum)
With all of the money I spend on skincare, haircare and makeup you'd think I would be some kind of knockout. I'm not; my bathroom cabinet is just packed with products that I tried a few times and gave up on. I have kind of a short attention span for beauty products. If it doesn't instantly make a difference in my appearance, 97% of the time it will end up in the garbage. It's a money suck.
I've always been pretty low on the vain scale. But then I moved to New York. Now I find myself competing with these Amazon women who never, ever sweat in the subway when it's a million degrees (and from May until late September, it usually is down there). Some day I'm going to be really creepy and just stop one of these women and ask them to take me home with them and share all of their secrets. Especially the whole not drowning in sweat in the subway one. That's a keeper.
I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but I just kind of stare at these women. I just don't understand them. Where I grew up there were the pretty girls and the really pretty girls and all of that, but no one was like the women here and their borderline freakish good looks. And I'm NOT just talking about the ones who need to eat a cheeseburger or you swear a nice gust of wind will blow them away. I've seen girls of all shapes and sizes look incredible here. It's a remarkable thing. How can this city just be packed with homecoming queens?
It's gotten to the point that I barely pay attention to men. I'm not for scouting. If I see a man who I think is attractive (likely not Brad Pitt, but Seth Rogen), I almost automatically think that I wouldn't be dateable when that tall, shapely girl with the perfect teeth and flawless skin is on the same subway car as me. It's a little devastating, actually. Not that I so much care about my dateability rating right now, but it just knocks my general confidence level on a regular basis.
And my confidence wasn't in the toliet before I came here. A few short years ago I thought I was cute and had the ability to make myself look pretty if I cared to. And because I thought this I had confidence and was much more personable than I am now. I thought I was pretty damn great.
Anyway... my point was probably lost a while ago. Here, what I want to do right this very moment (besides vent about this city) is request any female who reads this blog to share their best beauty secrets (if you can part with them). What products you love and why. Knowing something works is half the battle and that will benefit everyone.
Share! (Especially if you know the subway sweating secret.)
I've always been pretty low on the vain scale. But then I moved to New York. Now I find myself competing with these Amazon women who never, ever sweat in the subway when it's a million degrees (and from May until late September, it usually is down there). Some day I'm going to be really creepy and just stop one of these women and ask them to take me home with them and share all of their secrets. Especially the whole not drowning in sweat in the subway one. That's a keeper.
I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but I just kind of stare at these women. I just don't understand them. Where I grew up there were the pretty girls and the really pretty girls and all of that, but no one was like the women here and their borderline freakish good looks. And I'm NOT just talking about the ones who need to eat a cheeseburger or you swear a nice gust of wind will blow them away. I've seen girls of all shapes and sizes look incredible here. It's a remarkable thing. How can this city just be packed with homecoming queens?
It's gotten to the point that I barely pay attention to men. I'm not for scouting. If I see a man who I think is attractive (likely not Brad Pitt, but Seth Rogen), I almost automatically think that I wouldn't be dateable when that tall, shapely girl with the perfect teeth and flawless skin is on the same subway car as me. It's a little devastating, actually. Not that I so much care about my dateability rating right now, but it just knocks my general confidence level on a regular basis.
And my confidence wasn't in the toliet before I came here. A few short years ago I thought I was cute and had the ability to make myself look pretty if I cared to. And because I thought this I had confidence and was much more personable than I am now. I thought I was pretty damn great.
Anyway... my point was probably lost a while ago. Here, what I want to do right this very moment (besides vent about this city) is request any female who reads this blog to share their best beauty secrets (if you can part with them). What products you love and why. Knowing something works is half the battle and that will benefit everyone.
Share! (Especially if you know the subway sweating secret.)