Stopping back at the pad after going with a girlfriend to get pedicures. Fluffy, feeling mild, still not completely caught up on sleep with three errands to run scheduled to begin in approximately 1-2 hours. Then it’s home again, home again, jiggity-jig—staying in for the night, relaxing, before kicking off another busy week. Sounds good to me. 
My butt and thighs are still sore. Like, majorly so. To where it looks like I just jumped off a horse. hehe Bow-legged with a sore foot, to boot. But it felt good to work a muscle group that hasn’t received attention in a LOOONG time, and I planned the next session for Tuesday afternoon, trying to heal up in time for tomorrow’s evening festivities. Can’t be walking like this tomorrow, that’s for sure. haha Another good reason to wear low-heeled sandals, and my strappy black ones should fit the bill.
The lady at the nail salon beat the crap out of me this morning. I mean she worked me over! Slapping my legs and pounding my back. Yes, I know some of you consider that luxurious treatment, but when I’m looking for nail work, it’s the quality and quickness of the service that concerns me, not the little extras tossed in. But this was a nice departure from what I was once used to, going to my girlfriend’s choice in salon. From here on out, the gameplan is to put to use the pedicure supplies I purchased a couple months back to keep up our own feet. I used to do my own pedicures before it was easier to have them done at the salon along with the acrylic fills, and since the acrylics are long-gone, never to return, there’s no good reason to frequent nail salons as frequently. Why pay someone $30 for what I can do at home? These are frugal times.
The “pampering” stuff is nice sometimes but gets old if it’s too frequent. Rather have a treat to look forward to on occasion than become spoiled on time-consuming beauty services. It’s the same with dyeing my hair—why have them do it when I can do a decent enough job at home for a fraction of the cost? It’s fun to do, so why not? The one thing truly worth paying more for, IMO, is a good haircut. Forget mall hair salons and chains—amateur butchers.
So, that’s been my day thus far…chilling with a pal after waking up early for work errands. Stayed up late last night reading about ancient Rome and would love a nap, but if I lay down now, it will be tough getting to bed at a reasonable hour later.
Flipped through one of your girly fashion magazines, Glamour, at the salon today. If you’ve read one issue, you’ve read them all. Do you people really care what mascara Angelina Jolie uses? Or how much Tori Spelling weighs? Or whether sparkly dresses are “in”? Read the article about how doctors specialized in fields other than dermatology are still practicing and botching dermatological procedures like Botox and laser treatments. The article claimed that M.D.s from other fields like gynecology are being stiffed by insurance companies and not making the money they’d like, so doing derm stuff on the side enhances their cashflow. Tells us where our doctors’ priorities are these days…nice. Since they’re not trained dermatologists, they offer these services for cheap, says the article, luring in young and financially-strapped women. The very ones who can’t afford fixes from qualified professionals. Makes me think we’re better off loving the faces we have than taking unnecessary risks that may leave us seriously disappointed and depressed. If it ain’t broke, why “fix” it? We wouldn’t be nearly as insecure with our looks if it weren’t for magazines like Glamour, Allure, and Cosmo peddling their advertiser’s “beauty enhancements” and wares.
But then again, they’re allowed to sell it—we just ought to be smarter about buying into the hype. There is no one universal ideal for feminine beauty, just trends, fads, and marketed innovations. There is no greater power that decides what is and isn’t beautiful to the masses, but we do allow ourselves to be conditioned by all this celebrity chatter and marketing campaigns. We buy the myths mostly because other women buy them and we want to “belong” in with the rest, much like how men are with sports. We play the game because it’s become expected of us, but some become consumed with the game and go berserk. That’s weird to me. I get it if your job requires it (modeling, high-end escorting, whatever else), but otherwise it can look pretentious. Like, who cares? So you’re pretty. Okay? And…? It’s great being pretty but that’s not all that should matter.
Just irritates me that this is what’s offered for reading material most places catering to women, as if that’s really what most of us desire to read. Maybe we wouldn’t be so into that stuff if we were exposed to better reading material; hence why I bring a book with me most places. Even Planned Parenthood falls in that trap, offering either fashion or parenting/pregnancy magazines. Hate to be a snob about this but it lends credence to the stereotype of women as shallow fashionistas with only men, babies, and makeup on the brain. Why not a women’s magazine like Enterprising Women thrown into the mix at least?
Anyway, just got distracted by an article by Naomi Wolf. Off to read that and then take off.
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wakemenow said
Went shopping this evening for a couple of blouses, one silky dress, and a pair of sandals. Slowly but surely I’m updating my wardrobe.
wakemenow said
Not working out today cuz I’m suffering from last night’s drinking binge.