I've tried to like makeup, or at least tolerate it. Every three years, like clockwork, I convince myself cosmetic technology has advanced enough that I can put together an easy makeup routine that won't cause my skin to bubble and peel, or turn into an oil slick. I talk Tara or one of my sisters into taking me out and we buy a full set of whatever the latest and greatest is to replace the previous latest and greatest that has congealed, dehydrated, and broken in my bathroom drawer. Then I take the new stuff home, wear it once, hate it, and put it in the drawer to congeal, dehydrate, and break.
I might be pulling it out again though. The New York Times says I should.
Yep, that's right, according to the Times I may not appear as "competent" as my peers because I do not paint my face.
And I thought my incompetence was what actually was doing it.
When I first read the article I was, understandably, a little ticked. I pulled out my Helen Reddy 8-track and railed against the unfairness of the world. I wanted to pledge not only not to wear makeup, but to stop waxing my upper lip, and wearing deodorant. I was thisclose to buying one of those "anti smell crystals" the hippies love when I had another thought.
I do other things to make me look competent at work, that have nothing to do with how I do my job.
I wear nice, stain free clothes.
I make sure my fingernails are clean, and my hair is brushed.
I keep my desk neat, and display pictures of an adorable child.
None of these things should influence if people view me as competent, but they do. They let them know I am a functioning adult who understands how to behave in society, and who wants to working.
So how would a little lip gloss be any different?
I'm giving it a week, just to see if I notice any changes.
Oh, and I am not wearing foundation. I don't care if it makes me look like the Mayor of competent town. There are some things I just won't do.
Wish me luck.