Lip Explosion. Yeah, that's right. Lip explosion. I was watching Animal Planet (about man eating tigers, btw) while eating lunch and this commercial came on. Sorry, but whoever named that product needs to get kicked hard in the nuts (and fed to the tigers). In fact, whoever invented that product needs to get kicked hard in the nuts (and fed to the tigers). I'm not about to spend $29.95 to explode my lips. Since when did the just-punched-in-the-mouth look become so desirable?
And with Christmas coming up I'm sure the parents of little girls everywhere are hearing pleas for Bratz Dolls and their many accessories. I've discouraged those and the My Scene Barbies. I grew up playing with Barbies and don't have such an issue with them. But these Bratz and My Scene dolls are ridiculous. I don't want my daughter growing up thinking that she's supposed to have giant, artificially puffed up lips and eyes that look like a really bad facelift. It's bad enough with the traditional Barbies and girls thinking that they are supposed to have giant, artificially puffed up breasts. Whenever we see these weird-looking dolls I mention how creepy they are. But they do make really cute accessories for them though. And at least the Bratz make big feet fashionable.
Regardless, it's just another example of the ideal female form being decided and promoted by some queers in design and marketing departments somewhere. No offense to gays. But I don't agree with the image of femininity that gay men prefer. They seem to want all women to look like drag queens. Sorry, but a real woman doesn't need all that artificial stuff (that a drag queen needs) to look feminine and pretty. And real women have curves that drag queens don't naturally have.
This is my rebellion. I am the younger of two daughters. Traditionally, the baby of the family is the rebel. Much of our lives my sister and I had the opposite roles from the usual birth order stuff. She was the rebel. But now I've found myself living a more rebellious life than she. I don't conform to many of society's expectations. I'm keeping my gray hair. I'm not getting cosmetic surgery. I'm not obsessed with my figure. And I have no desire for lips that look like I've been on the business end of a fist. I'm not injecting a toxic poison into my skin to paralyze my expression lines. I'm not getting silicone balloons put into my chest. I'm not having a huge needle jabbed under my skin to suck out the fat. I'm not having my eyes lasered so I don't have to wear glasses. I'm not bleaching my teeth down to the dentin so that they glow blue-white in the dark. I'm not interested in getting fake nails glued onto my short, real nails. If that makes me a freak then I'll just be a freak.