Who, for whom and what for?
Ah, for a moment I thought I run into something good. Something that would teach me to be cool and composed, less fidgety and irritating. Give me that certain je-ne-sais-quoi, poise. But hear this:
The third essential is becoming make-up. And the clue is in the word becoming. Your make-up must become a part of you. If it is so off-key, if it is so startling it dazzles, or so underdone that it causes spectators to worry over your health, it is not part of you. Freakish eye-brows, gooey eylids, too-pale cheeks, and completely untouched-by-beauty-aids faces are all unnatural. "What! No make-up at all unnatural?" For an urban woman under sixty, yes! For though that woman may be as nature made her, she will look colorless among her brightened-up sisters.
Oh wow. The day I stopped wearing make-up daily was the day I burnt the toaster (not my bra). A much less interesting story than the topic might suggest, so I won't bore you with it. It is quite significant, though, as it the first conscious feminist thought I remember having. Kids these days, they're so aware of things, and start forming their political agendas already in elementary school.
All I did until my late teens was reading CD booklets and learning the names of record producers. Actually, now I won't even bother learning the names of the songs but, instead, have to go around calling tracks "the song that goes titidyy and bojoing". Another good way is to refer to them as "track number 11 on that album with the green & black cover by those Swedish and Irish guys who make sort of dark acidy pop" (And that would be...?). My point is, music matters - names don't. And I'm only starting to find my voice as someone who has anything to say.
Anyhow, the point of this rather pointless entry is to declare that I've indeed found my calling - as the author of alternative chicklit. Talk to the masses in a language that they understand! Perfect. All that remains now is to write the damn bestseller book. Bent Fisherman might have to step out of the spotlight and make way for our lovely leading lady who shall be named after some cool literary character I haven't thought of yet.