Feb. 12th, 2008

Lipstick

Feb. 12th, 2008 09:20 pm
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I wrote a poem about lipstick my second year of New College. It was niether so bad that is must never be spoken of, nor good enough to merit inclusion in the post. But I was sitting here tonight, thinking about lipstick.

It is frivolous, unnessary to the extreme. It is a product designed to coat a small part of one's facial epidermus with a chosen color. But.

It is a signifier of feminity, a mating call, a slash of color, like blood on one's lips. Feral amd girly all at once.

I love lipstick. I love the names of the colors, the way the tubes move: little miricles of design, the way it changes my face.

I have never been told I had to wear lipstick. Indeed, lipstick was a right hard won from my seconbd wave feminist mother, who (I suspect) despared at my facination with makeup.

I don't wear lipstick all that often. Mostly these days it is for gigs, which is not the same thing at all. But I was sitting here, thinking about lipstick.

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