Nail polish

Black. Neon green. Purple. Red. Really red. Slightly red. Really very pretty red. Not really all that red...

They come in all different colours (and shapes... not sure why), with the same intent. If you can't afford a spa treatment, or stress therapy, you sit your ass down and paint those toe/finger nails for a good ten minutes, and you'll be frustrated enough by the colour slips not to care about your rent being overdue.

Okay, so maybe they serve multiple purposes for different people. Like flip-flop season. You want to show off your pretty toes. Or avoid blatant staring at the feet you haven't taken care of for the past year or so because your back just bloody aches and you really can't be bothered to care.

Anyways, it's another one of those girl inventions that just serve no real life or death purpose, is frankly quite pointless and time consuming, but can also be quite fun. Not to mention, there is still something oddly sexy about a man in punk rock mascara and black nails. I... really don't know where that comes from. Oh well.

Other such inventions, these more purely created to complicate our lives, include eyebrow tweezers, rouge, and pens to pain back the eyebrows you just tweezed away. Really? No, really?!

The worst part is that to some extent I get it. I'm doing it (not the painting back eyebrows part! just to be clear), so clearly I must either be as crazy as the rest (which is probably not the strangest proposition of the year) or there is a point to it. In all blatant honesty, I do it because my self esteem has crumpled under too many glances at Cosmopolitan, and too many 'Oh, damn girl, loving that make over!' upon brushing on some mascara.

In a world where anything above size zero recieves intense scrutiny (or your co-workers concernedly talking to your boss about your chocolate eating habits increasing when you size 1,5), and pretty plus skinny plus blonde equals job opportunities, well it's bound to have SOME questionable effects on the psyche of half the population.

But nevertheless, for some odd reason that was not the point. I actually find myself liking nail polish. It is sort of like those bright red shoes. You know the ones... it attracts a different kind of attention, if done right. Raised and questioning eyebrows even, and that I cannot resist! So neon purple with blue tinges, here I come! Thank heavens for colour clashes ;)

xo