Happy National Nacho Day!
I didn’t know that I was good at making nachos… but according to Ryan, I made him the “best nachos he’s ever had!”
We both agreed that “Nacho Night” should be a regular occurrence in our house – it was quick, it was easy, it was nearly Gina-proof – and easy to make a dairy free version for me!
And now, because I have no shenanigans to share about our Sunday night nachos, here is a (probably lengthy) rant about an incident that occurred midday Monday that left me feeling both crotchety and oddly empowered:
If you know me, you know that I like lipstick. If we’re being honest, I more than “like” lipstick – I fucking love it. I feel naked without it. I like bold lipstick, bright lipstick, neutral lipstick, all of it. I wear as many shades of lipstick in a week as I can because it makes me happy. ME. I wear it for me.
At my favorite coffee shop – with my favorite baristas and regulars – I had this encounter with a friend:
Friend (who is a 65+ man): Are you trying to brighten up this Monday with your bright lipstick? It’s very bright.
Me: Yeah? Lipstick is my favorite. I just bought this shade yesterday.
Friend: It’s very bright, it’s a little unflattering. I like when you wear the dark, moody lipstick. It’s better, you should wear that more.
This is really a very harmless conversation, and in reality this comment was meant to be helpful and constructive. What’s fucked up about the experience is how I initially reacted.
Me: Is it? I’m trying a new shade and I really didn’t know…
WAIT A MINUTE!! I started to apologize. For my lipstick choice. Like I should be ashamed or embarrassed that I wore watermelon pink lipstick that day because I fucking felt like it. The magical, saving-grace part of this conversation was that halfway through apologizing and making an excuse for my “unflattering lipstick” – I came to my senses and somewhat politely made my point.
Me: Is it? I’m trying a new shade and I really didn’t know… I like it though. I mean, I put it on today because I wanted to – I’m at a point now where I stopped caring about things like that. I just like it. I like bright lipstick.
Friend: I’ve noticed.
So here’s my thought I’d like to leave everyone with: I don’t put makeup on in the morning for you. I don’t put it on to look nice or appealing to anyone but me. I am an artist working in child care – and a mom of 2 – there is little room in my life for creative self-expression other than my clothes and makeup. I wake up every morning and put on dark, bright, loud, subtle, whatever the fuck I want lipstick for me. Because I like it. I wear prints, solids, mixed patterns, bow-ties and thrift store clothes because I like it. Because I am my own canvas.
I am too old to care about the opinions of others, but sadly still conditioned to feel grateful for someones opinion about my appearance or fashion choices. And sometimes I need a moment like midday Monday to remind me that I am the only opinion that matters.
Be your own canvas and I’ll be mine – we’ll be “unflattering” together.
Oh yeah, here’s (slightly drunk) me in my “unflattering lipstick”. I drank one too many White Claws and started taking spiteful selfies. And vowed to wear ALL the bright lipstick this week!