I’m finally, finally back after a week long break (I’m sure y’all missed me like a alcoholic misses booze at AA parties, and Shubhada – look, I won, like I said I would) with a really important installment of WTF Wednesday.
Today we’re gonna talk makeup. It all started when S wore eye makeup to a brand new shift at work. I heard other girls say, “My God, she wears makeup to the hospital!”
The next day I wore lipstick. Nothing too crazy. Just for reference, here’s a selfie.
Now. We got comments like:
And also, “Those two look like total sluts.”
I need you guys to tell me, how does my face look like a coloring book? First off, I’m neither skinny nor white – like paper. Secondly, my effing face has dimensions and expression. It’s nowhere near as flat as paper. And finally, my face is my business. You’re nobody to call me a hooker based on whether I’m wearing makeup to work.
I don’t mind people I know asking me personal questions, but then when people you’ve only just been formally introduced to like two hours back, come up with comments like, “You were so chubby last week! How did you lose so much weight?”
You can actually never make people happy, so you might as well stop listening to them.
What’s weird is, the head of the departments never had a problem with chicks in makeup – at all. But my own mother does. Heck, my Dad has no problem with me showing up with muted lipstick on when I’m helping him at his clinic. (Yes, I have the coolest Dad and the un-coolest Mommy which is a totally disastrous match made in marital erm, Hell.)
The Indian public has a thing against women wearing makeup to work. I’m sure. Or is it just my unfortunate workplace?
Here’s the thing though:
There isn’t anything wrong with loving makeup or wearing it to work. Plus I feel kind of half-naked without it. That, and my purse. Which is another story for another day.
Also, to all those twerps out there who’re into the whole business of makeup-shaming, well…
Do you agree?