An adjective used to describe me yesterday was 'manly'. It resulted, I'm ashamed to say, in quite the little tirade. And it was over such a silly thing as nail polish.
Now, let me clarify. The only times I have worn makeup was rather begrudgingly at various slumber parties, the last of which was four years ago. Nail polish I have worn, very unhappily as it tends to make my fingers feel goopy, but only once has it been willing - when I was testing out the 'newsprint nails' that were sweeping through the blogosphere a few months ago. I dress myself for comfort rather than style. I'm rather happy with the way I am and I like to think that all attempts to convince me otherwise have failed miserably.
I would rather my hands be judged on the work they do rather than what color, shape, or design happens to be embossed on the nails.
People pay attention to my lips because of the words that slip past them, not how shiny they are.
No one can come to me and say, "Wow, Char, that eyeliner really makes your eyes pop!" If they notice my eyes at all, it's because my eyes did the work on their own.
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And about my clothes, I've heard several rather insulting things, one of the worst being, "You should really start shopping in the girls' section."
I don't think badly of you if you wear makeup, and I like listening to girls chattering about their nail polish. I'm just as quick on the draw as the next girl to compliment you on a cute new (or even old) skirt or pair of shoes.
I'm not manly. I just won't go out of my way to be girly, either.
~Charli Rae |Job 39:19-25|