Do you ever see see
someone's eyebrows and just stop? Like you are crossing the street
and in the middle of the intersection and someone passes by you and
you actually have to stop, turn around and stare after them, and then
you are suddenly snapped back to reality because traffic wants to
get going? You actually think to yourself that the world would be a
better place if you could just lick your thumb and wipe them off. I
do. All the time. ALL the time!
For example last week I
saw this woman who looked normal enough, blond hair in a nice updo, a
posh outfit, picture perfect carrying a few paper bags as she most
likely just completed a fashionista trip to Yorkville, then BLAMY!
The eyebrows! It was like someone had flattened two caterpillars,
dyed them black and glue gunned them to this poor woman's forehead.
I wondered at first if maybe it was just some a-hole hipster thing,
but no. I don't think it was that as there weren't any other hipster
signs about her. Why has no one who loves her or cares for her told
her that these things on her face are hideous!
I remember when I was
in high school I used to wear the worst clothes ever, and I do mean
the worst! I loved to wear things that changed patterns as I moved.
I had a pair of white foam platforms that had a moving rainbow
pattern as the band that went across the top of my foot. I paired it
with a pink silkish mid-shin length skirt that had a mesh layer over
top, I called it my fru-fru skirt if that helps you envision it a
little better. Why didn't my friends pull me aside and tell me how
awful I looked? That what I was wearing was just wrong. I guess
that's love. Pure and simple. My friends loved me, and accepted me.
They didn't care what I looked like, they loved me for who I was,
not for what I wore! Perhaps that's why this woman's friends let her
walk around with caterbrows. No. Let's get real. Her friends are
assholes. Either that or she has no friends and has brought those
caterbrows on herself. And the rest of the world. Specifically me.
What a bitch!
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