I just got back from a Mary Kay party. Yes. A Mary Kay party. It was a disturbing glance at what I may be like when I'm middle aged if I choose to lead a relatively normal life. I hope it does not come to that. The theme tonight was "How to look ten years younger". Needless to say my friends and I got looks of deepest loathing from the other women as we entered.
Mary Kay has a strange effect on women. They speak of this makeup brand in tones suspiciously similar to that of religious fervor, and Mary Kay herself is likened to Christ. Entering one of these gatherings is like diving into a pool of estrogen, infused with a desperation to salvage what good looks life has left you. The mood is determinedly optimistic, but the scent of defeat is still traceable. I'll have to think more about this before I continue writing. May be a topic for Capstone.
In other news, I've gotten a ring tone that doesn't suck. Red Hot Chili Peppers' "Dani California". Hear it and think of me.
Well I should definitely write more but staring at the computer too long is making my eyes raw. I'll come back and continue later.
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Mary Kay is against all things that I am about. But, I don't know what I'm about. So am I against Mary Kay?
Does anyone know what they're about? Could anyone really be against anything then?
Circular logic is only circular when it is viewed as being so. Perhaps one ought to say, "Gee Matt, that logic looks kind of oval shaped today. It is possible that my olfactory senses are even picking up a minuscule trace of an odd angle slipped in to make it less suspicious (because in my world one smells logic rather than things about it)."
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