I have a secret. It’s not even a sexy secret, but one of those bad ones where you will shame me from beyond the back-lit screen you’re viewing this on. It’s also something I absolutely know better than to keep doing, but I get curious and it always bites me in the ass. I’m one of those assholes that keeps reading click-bait articles.
There. I have given my confession. I’m not Catholic, so no penance for me!
Anyway, along with my secret internet addiction to reading the aforementioned articles online, I also fall prey to browsing opinion posts where the individual makes lists and reasons why we should or should not do a certain thing. It’s cool, really. People can do and say pretty much anything online, but be prepared for the engagement of different minds, especially if you’re posting in a public setting. Not everything you say and do is going to be contained in an agreeable echo chamber forever! Also, question EVERYTHING. Is a popular blogger telling you and your peers to smear the anal glands of a small mammal on your hair to cure diabetes? Don’t be afraid to say “HEY!” or I guess “HEY?” in question format and research that claim. If it sounds too good to be true, it usually is.
Anyway, I was reading this article the other day and it sat funny with me. Maybe the gist of it went over my head because I am a unkempt bag lady and a literal pox on fashion and beauty rules everywhere, but did anyone else feel pressure and anxiety reading this list? I mean, I get looking your best in these scenarios TO A DEGREE, but some of these “rules” made me laugh out loud. I wholeheartedly agree with number 12 though, but for comfort reasons and 29 because your skin needs love, but that’s basically it. You wanna wear a shit-load of accessories and that florescent 80’s style windbreaker? You do you! You make it you! I don’t know about anyone else, but when I am dating someone, I’d rather see them as the slob they are in the beginning of it all than to find out later that the brushed hair and cologne was a well calculated RUSE.
Anyway, this blog post was supposed to be about something else entirely, but whatever. A post is a post I guess, so here you are.