Being a Girl Is Too Much Work

Stupid, fiddly, time wasting work.

Here's my big confession - I have NO IDEA about beauty. None. Hair do's, make up, manis, pedis.... it's all just mumbo jumbo to me.

I WANT to know. But not really having friends as I went through high school and beyond, having babies and being poor have all taken their toll.

I can see the finest of wrinkles ready to appear. I have grey hairs on top of my head. But at the same time I'm still struggling with the most sentsitive, acne prone skin ever.

I need help.

Unfortunately, help mostly seems to come at a ridiculous price... and you can never be sure what will work. It's such a gamble. Years of visits to "skin specialists" have taught me it's more about pushing the new thing than what's actually good for me.


Aside from that I have a few basic beauty tools... I have a hair straightener. All I can manage with it is a dead straight, you-could-cut-metal-with-this-edge look, or the half-ironed-shirt-crinkle. Neither of them very stylish. 


I don't have curling tongs, and even if I did I have no idea how to use them either.


What's a pedi?


I first had my eyebrows waxed when I was twenty seven years old.


That tells you how bad this situation is.


Now, I can't afford beauty school, or a team of people to make me gorgeous before I get out of bed.


And I'm becoming aware of how much the waxing, mani, blow wave, can impact on my shoe obsession.


So today I enrolled in the "How Hard Can It Be?" school of home beauty.

Starting with a leg waxing kit.


I'm not sure if WonderMan is running a book yet, but I would give ten to one odds on light maiming within the first week.


At any rate I'm sure it will make for some good laughs at my attempts to become a girl.


How hard can it be?