Monday, April 21, 2008
Time for confession
Singing along to:
The other day I posted a list of things that I have sworn I will never do. I didn't include "pay a lot of money for face cream" on that list, but up until fairly recently I probably would have. And as of two days ago, I would have had to cross it off the list. Paying $23 for some damn face lotion is something I told myself was silly (and no lie: it is silly), but then I realized that I really like Clinique's "Dramatically Different Moisturizing Gel." It doesn't smell weird. It doesn't make my face shiny. It doesn't give me zits. A little bit goes a long, long way. (Proof: For the past four months, I have been using a 1.7 oz. travel-size tube that I bought to try it out. There's still a little left.)
So, screw the list, I decided. I'm sick of buying cheap moisturizer that leaves my face greasy and gives me a headache. I buy cheap shampoo, cheap body wash, and cheap most other things. I will SPLURGE and I will LIKE IT.
So I did. And I do.
But one thing inevitably leads to another, and I have another sin to confess--one more thing I swore I wouldn't do, at least not in this decade:
I bought an "anti-aging" product.
I know! I'm twenty years old! My face is dewy and fresh and has never seen a wrinkle! Just a few months ago I was still bitching about acne! I must be delusional!
And yes. I probably am. The only thing I can say in my defense is that it's face sunscreen, which is IMPORTANT, and which I actually needed because the Clinique lotion's one flaw is that it does not have an SPF. It has been several years since I've stepped outside without SPF on my face and I don't intend to start now. To be honest, I think the only thing "anti-aging" about Neutrogena's "Age Shield Face Sunblock" (SPF 55!) is the fact that sun spots + too much tanning = leather skin, which does, in fact, make you look old before your time, and makes you more likely to break out in skin cancer to boot.
We all cross things off our lists. Sometimes we regret it. Other times we just spend a little extra time admiring ourselves in the mirror afterwards.
The other day I posted a list of things that I have sworn I will never do. I didn't include "pay a lot of money for face cream" on that list, but up until fairly recently I probably would have. And as of two days ago, I would have had to cross it off the list. Paying $23 for some damn face lotion is something I told myself was silly (and no lie: it is silly), but then I realized that I really like Clinique's "Dramatically Different Moisturizing Gel." It doesn't smell weird. It doesn't make my face shiny. It doesn't give me zits. A little bit goes a long, long way. (Proof: For the past four months, I have been using a 1.7 oz. travel-size tube that I bought to try it out. There's still a little left.)
So, screw the list, I decided. I'm sick of buying cheap moisturizer that leaves my face greasy and gives me a headache. I buy cheap shampoo, cheap body wash, and cheap most other things. I will SPLURGE and I will LIKE IT.
So I did. And I do.
But one thing inevitably leads to another, and I have another sin to confess--one more thing I swore I wouldn't do, at least not in this decade:
I bought an "anti-aging" product.
I know! I'm twenty years old! My face is dewy and fresh and has never seen a wrinkle! Just a few months ago I was still bitching about acne! I must be delusional!
And yes. I probably am. The only thing I can say in my defense is that it's face sunscreen, which is IMPORTANT, and which I actually needed because the Clinique lotion's one flaw is that it does not have an SPF. It has been several years since I've stepped outside without SPF on my face and I don't intend to start now. To be honest, I think the only thing "anti-aging" about Neutrogena's "Age Shield Face Sunblock" (SPF 55!) is the fact that sun spots + too much tanning = leather skin, which does, in fact, make you look old before your time, and makes you more likely to break out in skin cancer to boot.
We all cross things off our lists. Sometimes we regret it. Other times we just spend a little extra time admiring ourselves in the mirror afterwards.
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