Lately, my facebook had been flooded with requests to join parties, both IRL and online, to promote a certain ubiquitous nail art.
|Profit off your friends! It's fun and easy to do!|
This brings up a long held grudge I have against friends trying to sell me shit that they benefit from in some way, either in cold hard cash or with product.
Now, some of these friends have known me since our grade school days, and I have to say, I haven't changed much. Back in those days, I was obsessed with perfecting my flying changes on my imaginary horse at recess, while other girls stood around in clumps talking about boys. Fast forward 30 years or so, and the dynamics are basically the same.
So imagine my surprise when, 20 years later, I find myself invited over a friend's house to enjoy a girls day, which turns into a product pitch for an expensive skin care line.
Now, here are some fun facts about me. I buy my makeup at Walmart.
My beauty routine consists of washing my face. Sometimes.
Okay, truth is most nights I am too lazy to wash my face before bed,
and I end up sleeping in my makeup until it gives me zits.
When my nails get long-ish, it drives me nuts and I cut them off.