I have a love/hate relationship with makeup.

On the one hand, I go into a drugstore and guaranteed I’m making a beeline for the makeup section. I can’t resist! The bright colors, the sparkle, the textures–man, just try and keep me away.

But once I put it on, it’s always kind of a let-down. No matter how perfect the application, it always looks…well, kind of fake.

So I’ve said it before, but this time I mean it: I am giving up makeup. And it will be glorious.

Here’s why:

(5) It’s bad for your skin.
You know it, I know it. The more crap you put on your face, the more likely you are to break out, and then the more makeup you need. Fact of life. I mean, that’s how they sell the stuff, right?

(4) Guys don’t wear it.
What the flip? Why are we covering ourselves in powders and paints when the boiz iz goop free? Foroget that!

(3) I’m tired of getting carded.
Look, I’m pushing 24. I really should not be getting carded at this point. Especially, I mean, I don’t smoke but I’ve had to buy cigarettes as props for plays (really!) and gotten carded. Do I look frickin’ 18?! I think make-up is largely at fault. Who wears a lot of makeup? Teenagers. Let’s stop freezing ourselves at 19, ladies! Off with the blush! Read More »

As if the New York City heat wave wasn’t hell-sent enough, it chose to hit at the exact moment that the air conditioning in our cluttered intern’s den became kaput. Working at this music television station had simply become one crazy story after the next.

The other day I was asked to get one of the VJ’s dogs groomed and was given an anal leakage prescription that, to my horror (this is my luck we’re talking about) got carried away by a breeze and was handed back to me by a beautiful, beautiful (somewhat queasy-looking) but beautiful boy. Anal leakage is not such a cute ‘So how’d you two meet?’ type of story. So, I bailed pronto.

Anyway that was the other day, today was today, and today I was sweating like a recovering nymphomaniac who’d accidentally stumbled into a brothel. The glory of it all was that miraculously, the AC had only died out in our small cubicle encrusted room, so no one with any actual power had any desire to get it fixed anytime soon.

Oh, the agony of a summer internship.

I was immersed in checking for evidence of the dreaded pit stain (little ones already and it was only nine, boo) when my boss Pierre came to what seemed like my rescue, informing me that I’d be working in the filming studio today. I clapped my hands together, this I’d never done before! Read More »

You scored an interview for the job of your dreams. Your suit is clean and crisp, and not a hair is out of place. You arrive at your interview feeling nervous but confident and ready to impress. You meet your interviewer, you shake hands, and…yeah…sweat city. AWESOME.

Sound familiar? Excessive sweating is quite common in nerve-racking situations such as interviews, blind dates, and public speaking…and clammy hands are certainly not the way to make a great first impression on your boss-to-be.

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