War Paint

Not a big fan of make-up. Sure part of the reason is the whale fat and toxic materials used in making this crud, but mostly its that it don’t make the ladies more beautiful. Nothing better than a natural gal. Nothing pretty about caked on crap. Its a form of trickery and deceit to give false impressions – who’s zoomin’ who here is up for grabs between the hunter, the hunted and the cosmetic industry.

Take the great-unwashed femmers on Survivor. They can be strong, vivacious, hot tomalleys. But once Jeff Probst gets them back in the studio, they make for a scary bunch of painted up ladies – the hairdos don’t help much neither. On the flip side, we can become so accustom to these clown faced babes that when caught without their disguise (e.g.: the morning after), it can be a very unsettling sight. So, war paint often becomes a crutch enslaving the poor women who “wouldn’t be caught dead” without their faces on.

In artful hands a wee bit of make-up can be unnoticeable, but then quite pointless. When in smooching range (if memory serves), this gunk can be stinky, slippy and down right un-skin like. Yuck.

Have a hoot, easy on the goop