If I could go back in a time machine, this is the beauty advice I’d give to my clueless teen self. Until that technology is perfected, all I can do is share my hard won wisdom with the teens of today. It’s meant with love.
1. Cover Your Face – Girls, I understand the sensual appeal of slathering yourself with baby oil and frying like bacon at the beach. I practically invented it. We all know it’s not healthy, but I’m not your doctor – sizzle away. All I ask is that you find some oversized sunglasses and a glam floppy hat to cover up that punim.
It’s been a couple of decades since I was you, and what I can tell you is that I don’t really mind the scaly skin on my legs. I only care about the crazy brown freckle that just appeared on my nose, on time delay like light from a long dead star that’s just now entering our galaxy. A sprinkle of freckles across the nose is cute. One angry brown age spot on the tip – not so much.
2. Wear Blue Lipstick – And purple mascara and gold cowboy boots or whatever strikes your fad fancy. Experimenting is a blast, but sadly all this stuff is going to look idiotic on you once you’re about 35. Let’s just say that if I rimmed my eyes with magenta shadow now, I’d look like a sunburned rabbit with conjunctivitis. So let your freak flag fly while you can. Just don’t dress too slutty, or you’ll have nothing to look forward to when you’re 23.
3. Blink Before You Bleach – Hair color is fun and mistakes happen—just look at Christina Aguilera–but it’s how you recover that matters. I once decided that I needed dark purple streaks all over my dirty blonde hair. I was so surprised and, franky, hurt that they didn’t look amazing on me.
The very next day, I ran to the nearest salon crying, “Fix me!” Since the streaks were so dark, they had to bleach them before redying. My hair couldn’t handle all that processing two days in a row, and it fell out in chunks. Trust me when I say you don’t want bangs on the back of your head.
4. Give Your Boobs a Chance – From what I’ve read, a boob job is considered a primo high school graduation gift these days. Not so fast, teen vixens. I’m not even going to get into the sexual politics of super sizing at such a young age. All I’ll say is that what your boobs look like when you’re a teenager is not a good predictor what they will look like later. A flat-chested 18-year-old eats a few Philly cheesesteaks, takes some birth control pills, and bang, she’s a B cup. This happened to somebody I know.
Give them boobies time to prove you wrong! Plus, when you’re older, and 1 in 8 of your girlfriends get a diagnosis (this sucks and actually happens), you’ll really learn to appreciate your sweater puppies, even if they’re Yorkies.
5. Don’t Blow Your Beauty Wad – In my day, girls didn’t start getting pedicures, waxes, facials and blowouts until they were working adults. That’s why our high school yearbook pictures are so hilarious. Lately I’ve noticed an awful lot of pampered teens at the salon. Big mistake, girlfriends! When you’re all young and glowy, paying experts to make you look young and glowy is just a waste of your parents’ money.
That’s probably a pointless point to you, so let me state it differently: Let’s say you drive a sports car and it has a turbo boost button that makes you drive extra super duper fast. If you use turbo boost every day, what are you going to do in the event a high speed chase? You’re already going at top speed. This is what it’s like with beauty. Leave some tricks for later, when mother nature starts high speed chasing you. You’ll be glad you did.
Awesome advice, friend. I so wish you could travel in a time machine and give this to me when I was 17. Because DUH. I needed it. Especially “cover your face.” I actually PAID to tan in the early 90’s. Like paid for some comfy warm smell-goody bed to fry my ass so that I could be cool and orange then and have more wrinkles and age-spots now. Awesome.
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Yeah but to be fair (to us), when tanning beds were all the rage for us, they hadn’t even invented the divine Mystic spray tan yet. Why be real orange when you can be fake orange without the wrinkles? I’m jealous of these dang kids.
Amen, amen, amen, amen…
Do the girls take your beauty advice?
I LOVE the relaxing feeling of frying my skin to bacony goodness. However, my body is getting all Cask of Amontillado on me – having the sun spots show up now in a revenge party of epic proportions for my earlier sun goddess tendencies. So – I now rock GINORMOUS sunglasses and a hat. And SPF 50. Man. Getting old is LAME.
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I know, right? It wasn’t just the deep dark tan – I think it gives you an endorphin rush or something. PS You win the prize for first Poe reference in the comments ever. Awesome.
Hilarious and spot on!
Thank you, Wendy – it’s an honor to have you stop by my blog! Next time I’ll be ready with a glass of wine for you.
To awesome, definitely must save. so that if I get a daughter I can show this to her 🙂
Thank you! I hope you get your daughter – they are fun (at least for now – I’m writing about teens but haven’t experienced them yet).