Apparently, I can do 'girl' things.
On Saturday, I did one of the girliest things I've ever done. I asked people to change plans so that I could paint my nails. Stewart and Greg looked at me in horror and confusion, speechless.
I suppose I do have a reputation for not doing the things that society terms traditionally 'girly' (such as extended fussing over clothes, hair and makeup).
However. Recently, I've discovered a love of nail varnish. I can date this to a couple of weeks into the new year, when I decided to put on the glitter silver one my mum had bought me for christmas (buying me a nail varnish kit/set was a bit wtf? at the time, but now I've seen past the hideous pink packaging, and it makes more sense). It's generally not something I've thought much about, because I can't wear nail varnish to work, and the idea of wearing it for a day and a half seemed a bit daft. But. I'm currently having the same reaction to nail varnish that I had when I started wearing red lipstick - I felt a little more complete. And that sounds like a terrible thing to say, like I'm not whole without X Product ... but what do you do when such a small thing makes you feel more like yourself. This isn't the effect of advertising (there's no specific brand), or conforming to peer pressure / societal norms (at least not in a short-term and immediate way).
Does anyone else have that sort of 'completeness' reaction to anything in particular?
Anyway, one of the things I rescued from my parents house at my last visit was a box I'd made in school woodwork classes (yeah, I took woodwork - it was the only way they'd let me do IT) specifically for storing nail varnishes in. It has a bottle of nail varnish painted (badly) on top, and an 'H' burned into the front. It's strange that I should rediscover the box at this precise moment, after not needing it for half a decade or more.
I suppose I do have a reputation for not doing the things that society terms traditionally 'girly' (such as extended fussing over clothes, hair and makeup).
However. Recently, I've discovered a love of nail varnish. I can date this to a couple of weeks into the new year, when I decided to put on the glitter silver one my mum had bought me for christmas (buying me a nail varnish kit/set was a bit wtf? at the time, but now I've seen past the hideous pink packaging, and it makes more sense). It's generally not something I've thought much about, because I can't wear nail varnish to work, and the idea of wearing it for a day and a half seemed a bit daft. But. I'm currently having the same reaction to nail varnish that I had when I started wearing red lipstick - I felt a little more complete. And that sounds like a terrible thing to say, like I'm not whole without X Product ... but what do you do when such a small thing makes you feel more like yourself. This isn't the effect of advertising (there's no specific brand), or conforming to peer pressure / societal norms (at least not in a short-term and immediate way).
Does anyone else have that sort of 'completeness' reaction to anything in particular?
Anyway, one of the things I rescued from my parents house at my last visit was a box I'd made in school woodwork classes (yeah, I took woodwork - it was the only way they'd let me do IT) specifically for storing nail varnishes in. It has a bottle of nail varnish painted (badly) on top, and an 'H' burned into the front. It's strange that I should rediscover the box at this precise moment, after not needing it for half a decade or more.