Often I wonder whether I am the world’s worst female girl impersonator.
In the Eighties I worked for an extremely rough pub in Paisley, Hell’s Oxter*. The manager had all his own teeth but very few of the customers did. The manager had delusions of grandeur. We had to scrub the ashtrays with bleach thrice nightly. One night during the Staff Drink he asked me if I could try to wear more make up. At the time, most of the time I looked like this:
except when I worked at the Oxter when I wore bright red lipstick & jet black kohl in the usual locations. Now and again I even wore high heels with my black pencil skirt and white catering issue shirt until my feet were nipping me**.
Those were the days when Proper Girls wore make up that looked like this:
I could never bring myself to wear pink makeup – then or now although one quiet day a co-worker gave me two Nurofen(R) brand tablets and forcibly plucked my eyebrows. They have never quite recovered.
On and off over the years, I have tried hard to do the Girl Thing, the cover girl make up, the styled hair. In the places that I enjoy being the most – in the garden or at the beach doing the Girl Thing doesn’t cut it. In fact doing the Girl Thing is annoying.
So two things made me smile last week:
1. Google searching for the term “Instant Girl Shoes” and finding The Shoe Girl’s Blog; and
2. Reading Jodie Ansted’s Blogging Without Make Up Day Post :
As Jodie puts it:
We all want to “look nice”, and there’s nothing wrong with glamming it up on occasion. I mean, I’d rather look at celebs in all their garb then not. Doesn’t mean I think they look less beautiful without the makeup – just that it’s appealing and a bit of fun for viewing.
But should I be SO concerned about trying to look good?
And yet – whether or not she is concerned she does look good without makeup as do many other female bloggers including (I hope) myself.
The ultimate step to becoming a successful drag queen is to Get Your Kicks (nothing makes your legs sexier than high heels).
Oh really, so why Fabulous Fairy Godmother did you pick such fugly shoes…
* Any resemblance to pubs still in existence is unfortunate, unforeseen and unintentional.
** A Paisley expression to describe the feeling of standing on one’s feet for 6 or 7 hours at a time while performing some kind of menial service industry role e.g. waitressing, working in a pub.