Monthly Archives: January 2011

Make-up Addict (or, get naked when you get naked)

I’m reading an article that is making me sad. It asks the question:

Are you addicted to makeup?

Here’s the deal. I love makeup. I have entirely too much makeup in my bathroom drawer, much of it I haven’t ever used. When I walk into an Ulta store, I lose all control. All sense of responsibility. I need to buy everything. In a wide array of colors. Last time I was there, I bought 7 lip glosses. SEVEN. Granted, thanks to a special promo, those 7 were cheaper than buying 2 separately, but I digress.

Some of the findings in the article aren’t that surprising: 1 in 3 women won’t go out – even if only to drop off a kid at school – without makeup on, 6 in 10 wouldn’t go to work without makeup, etc. and I get that. But the statements that got to me were the ones dealing with relationships:

Over 33% felt their partner would not have been attracted to them if they hadn’t been wearing makeup when they met

14% get out of bed early to put on makeup before their significant other wakes up

The average woman waits 2.5 months before going makeup-less in front of her partner.

1 in 10 said they would never let their partner see them without a full face of makeup on.

WHAT?

This completely breaks my heart. First off, if someone is listed as “partner” or “significant other” I’m going to assume that also can be listed as “being intimate with.”

Translation – I’ll get naked with him, but I don’t want him to see my face.

Granted, I will admit that my personality is often probably a bit too laid back. My attitude may be a bit too cavalier when it comes to being accepted for how I look, as life happens and sometimes I just don’t have the time, the means or the desire to make sure I have perfectly lined eyes before the sun rises in the morning.

But the idea that someone would be willing to share not only a bed, but their body with someone who wouldn’t accept them without perfectly rosy cheeks and cinnamon colored lips seems tragic.

And after talking to several of my guy friends, I would guess most of these mates really don’t care if we wear makeup or not.

This could be an extreme way to continue the conversation, but I am concerned that if you’re making yourself hide your face from your mate – what else might you be trying to hide? If you’re not willing to share your face, your real skin, your true self, does that mean you aren’t sharing your true soul as well?

On the flip side, if your significant other is suggesting that makeup is required at all times, that you can’t just be who you are and how God made you, then maybe you need to find a new mate.

I am all about ritual. I get up in the morning, press a pot of coffee, read some Oswald, check Amazon’s deal of the day. This is a morning routine that I love. But if it’s a snowy Saturday and I have nowhere to be, it’s not a stressor if one of the three things didn’t happen. (except the coffee but that’s an entirely different addiction.)

By no means am I suggesting that makeup is bad or that we shouldn’t have pride and care about our appearance. Makeup does transform me and make me feel more confident and beautiful. But what would happen in our lives, our jobs, our relationships if we really just took off the masks, took off the makeup and got real.

A friend and I had a conversation over coffee a few years ago, and joked about how perhaps all our first dates needed to be in jeans, a t-shirt and no makeup. How different would our conversations be? Would our topics change? Would we get to the deep questions of life faster?

We would then, of course, follow up with a no-hold-barred-little-black-dress-and-5-inch-heels dinner invitation.

But maybe I need to look at my relationship with make-up, and make sure that I’m using it to enhance, not hide, who I am inside.

You can read the article here:

http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/beauty/are-you-addicted-to-makeup-2440356/#pollId-23F432FA202711E0A6BD80656B827333

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best albums of 2010

I really don’t like making lists. Shopping lists. To do lists. Resolution lists. I’m way too into multi-tasking to feel tied town to lists. But 2010 just had too much music that I loved to not at least mention a few that I hope you’ve gotten the pleasure to hear as well. These aren’t in any order though. Plus, you all should know by now I’m not nearly decisive enough to claim a truly #1 album.

But anyway, here’s my list. Favorite CDs 2010. Enjoy.

Mumford and Sons: Sigh No More
Grace never sounded so good. Check out a few lyrics from Roll Away Your Stone:
Roll away your stone, I’ll roll away mine
Together we can see what we will find
Don’t leave me alone at this time,
For I’m afraid of what I will discover inside

Cause you told me that I would find a hole,
Within the fragile substance of my soul
And I have filled this void with things unreal,
And all the while my character it steals

Darkness is a harsh term don’t you think?
And yet it dominates the things I see

It seems that all my bridges have been burned,
But you say that’s exactly how this grace thing works
It’s not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive with the restart

Here’s the big radio song – note, if you get offended by the F-word, sorry. Little Lion Man is just too good to not include.

Vampire Weekend: Contra.
Album most likely to have me dancing around my apartment singing into a hairbrush. I have no idea how anyone could dislike Contra. It’s what pop music should be. You’re probably sick of this song thanks to their Honda commercial, but I don’t care. It’s fun. Holiday.

Spoon: Transference
Deep. Raw. Not as polished as some of their earlier albums, but struck a perfect chord with me. Spoon just seems like they embrace what it means to be a rock band, and they probably don’t care if we like them or not. Here’s Nobody Gets Me But You

Cee Lo Green: the Lady Killer.
I love me some Hammond organ. Honestly, this is just a great CD. I loved Gnarles Barkley, but between this album, and Danger Mouses’s Broken Bells album, I think the parts are greater than the sum in this case.

Song clip – this isn’t censored, so if you’re easily offended by the F word, you might want to move along….love the line in this song “I guess he’s more xbox and I’m more Atari.” F*** You

The National: High Violet

Sexiest singer voice out there. The National always reminds me of questions unearthed in dark bars on any given night. Anyone’s Ghost

Arcade Fire: The Suburbs
16 songs. Brilliant melodies, and songs about growing up. So good. The Suburbs

Janelle Monae: The ArchAndriod
Amazing. Creative. Brilliant. Weird. I’m not sure if it’s pop, electronica, r&b, alternative? All the adjectives work. Her debut record, and I can’t help but think she’s going to be around for a long long time. Cold War –

Ray LaMontagne and the Pariah Dogs: God Willin’ and the Creek Don’t Rise
This album became a staple for this year. With a laid back quality, this album made me cry and smile, often all in the same song. Beg, Steal or Borrow

Broken Bells: Broken Bells
Their concert bored me to tears, but their album was one of my absolute favorites. Made by Danger Mouse and that guy from the Shins, I gotta say, I loved just having this as a delicious soundtrack to 2010. The High Road –

The Choir: Burning Like the Midnight Sun.
The Choir took 5 years to release this, their 12th album, and arguably, one of their best. Transparent songs of growing up, living every day life, and even a few stories from the road, here’s hoping it doesn’t take another 5 years to hear their next full project. Melancholy Ghost –