A few days ago I saw a woman sitting on the subway, putting on coat after coat of mascara, for literally five minutes. This struck me as notable for two reasons. One: won't her eyelashes fall off--- and shortly--- if she keeps up that pace? It is unsustainable. Another: how positively weird that people treat only very public places--- mass trans and airports come to mind--- as they would their homes. But, by contrast, if one were to apply cosmetics in a peculiar way or display strange eating habits in a law school classroom, people would point and judge. As I have done many, many times. Judged, that is. Pointed, also.
I read once that hand lotion is the only cosmetic that is polite to use in front of other people. And then only sparingly--- not slathered onto one's arms or anything gauche like that. But perhaps now, with the advent of you won't get a job if you're a woman who doesn't use Botox, the rules regarding public prettifying have changed. Or perhaps that rule never existed outside of the August 1996 issue of Cosmo. Must go consult my sources.
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