I was in ALTA yesterday, spending way too much money, when I got to thinking, WHY do we women spend so much time and effort and money on our makeup and appearance? Is it for ourselves or is it to attract a man?
I would have to say it's the latter, because, let's face it, who really cares what we see in the mirror? You reach a point in your life when you just don't care--I am who I am. I am what I am. A few wrinkles? They're laugh lines! They show how much I've lived. And if "he" can't see the real me and accept the real me, well, it's HIS loss!
But then...it's fun to play around with all the new products in the cosmetic world these days--moisturizers, toners, concealers, hi-def makeup, metallic nail polish, finding that perfect mascara... It got me thinking to when women first started doing this. I know we tend to think about Cleopatra as the ultimate femme fatale with those eyes lined in kohl, but I think the "quest for beautiful" goes back even further than Cleopatra's day.
I like to imagine the early cave women sitting around the fire (if they were lucky enough to have one) talking about--what else?--men. There would, of course, be a certain amount of kvetching and complaining and then lamenting because that special guy seems to have lost interest. And then...some forward hussy walks by, having discovered that she could darken her eyelashes by smooshing up some berries growing on a nearby bush.
All conversation stops as one of the woman points (in awe, wonder, disdain--you decide) and says: "Look what she do!"
Hahahaha, have some fun with this! :P