Okay, I know I have failed so far with keeping up the blogs every day. And I know it is weak to make excuses, but I genuinely have been too busy. Somehow, I am going to work it into my nightly routine.
So, for a creative writing class we have the option to write a piece which is a result of something we have done which is outside our comfort zone. I was originally going to give up makeup and hair products for a week. Then I took it into perspective, it would mean no make up at work, uni or going out at night. But, I did a better idea.
Last Saturday night when I went out with one of the girl's for the night, I had a bit of an uncomfortable experience. I recently have dyed my hair just off black and started wearing extensions. For the spirit of the look, I created doll like makeup with blood red lips and very smokey rock star eyes. Choosing something comfortable to wear, I slid into a fitted black singlet dress and slipped a sheer bum length top over it, which opens at the bust with a zip. I did look good, I won't deny. But it was what resulted from this that makes me want to never wear make up again.
Arriving upon our first destination, I immediately noticed female glares. I am pretty accustomed to them as I have a naturally large bust but this was on a new level. We took a seat in a booth while it was still quiet and had a drink. To which followed some snide comments from the girls in the next booth. Further on the night went and I was further more shunned and rudely communicated with by the what seemed to be giant anti-me clique. There was one upside though.
The male attention. I had majority of their attention. When the female bartenders ignored me, I was instantly served by a male one. On the dance floor it was a constant battle of avoided the drooling messes. And walking from club to club was like walking through a jungle of blood thirsty baboons. It may seem like I am over exaggerating and talking myself up, but I really am not.
I left feeling emotionally drained and spent the next day crying on my boyfriend's shoulders. Even writing that I feel like a failure, but it is true. I felt like I didn't have a friend in the world and I was only here to be put on a pedestal. But it did give me an idea for my article.
In comparison to the evening from hell, I would have a day of not wearing make up and sexually appealing clothing. Well, a casual outfit at the least. I tested an outfit on my boyfriend to see if it would be less appealing to the male population. Black Harem pants, a sheer black lace shirt I twisted to show a little belly and a tailored black jacket over the top. I accessorized with a tan belt around the waist of the pants and a pair of heels. I knew it would still look appealing but I still felt like an idiot who has travelled from the 80's. And it turned out to be very appealing. So, that was a fail. I didn't even wear my extensions. And he honestly said I looked amazing. So back to the drawing boards for the outfit.
I have decided to stick with a pair of plain black shorts, a simple top and maybe a jacket, no heels. Simple makeup, only mascara, lipgloss and a little concealer under my eyes. No extensions. It will be very different for me as I like to stand out with my precision makeup and hair and quirky outfits.
The experiment is going to test human reactions to artificial beauty and see if the roles will be reversed.
I will fill you in as I go.
Stay beautiful.
Sarah xo
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