Yesterday I was in Wally World in the land of stretchy pants, bad hair and isle blockers. I saw this woman with VERRRRYYYY long eyelashes that looked like paint brushes and the sight made me laugh so I looked around with more intent focusing on what I call “the plastics”. You know the people, fake eyelashes, stenciled on thick, black eyebrows, colored contacts, red or blond wigs, long fake nails, caked on makeup, push up bras, booty padding, etc., and I wonder if she has a pimp. Does she charge by the hour? What do men think about all this “extra” added on. Do they care what she ends up really looking like or is this a turn on? When they go to bed with her in the evening, and wake up with something totally different, do they immediately wonder how much they had to drink, or do they reach for a drink? How long does it take to plaster all that crap on and to remove it and does it really come off? And can you see well enough to drive with those 3 inch lashes on a windy day with the windows down or air blowing?
I am low maintenance, 20 min get ready time, nothing gets pasted on, my hair doesn’t come off if someone like me runs up and grabs for fun, my make up is simple, I may not be beautiful, but I am real.
As a woman, I am not turned on by the skinny jean, pastel wearing, man bun, girlie man but they do make me laugh. Now throw Jason Momoa into the same skinny jeans, pastel shirt and throw his hair into a man bun and he stays totally lickable. Maybe it is the masculine attitude and muscles. Do the John Wayne, Marshall Dillon types still exist or has the male human evolved to a such a femininely point that the tough guy/white knight has become extinct and only recognizable in films?
Walmart is the place to go if you want to watch the people show, all types, income brackets and everything that makes the world diverse can be found in Wally World. Strange, great, ugly, repulsive, attractive, and weird all held captive in the land of self-checkouts and cheap goods. I, however, have yet to see Jason Momoa in Wally World, it is probably in his best interest that I haven’t.
Now, I also wonder if I am part of the show. Are the man bun, pastel, skinny paints looking at me wondering why I don’t have on all that plaster that takes a simple photo and creates an illusion? Do they ever wonder why I laugh and say hi as I walk on buy or do they get a confidence boost in thinking that because I said hi I must love their look? They say there is someone for everyone, and I hope this is true. In the end, as long as I don’t have to bring one home with me, I want the plastics and the girlie men to be happy. Everyone needs more happy, and I appreciate the fact that they are self-confident enough to be whatever they define themselves as. Provided that I am extended the same courtesy to just be me.
Don’t change, just be you……and let me laugh quietly in wonder.
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