Just don’t keep count

This is not, I believe, an unusual stance:

I once prided myself on being a “low maintenance” kind of woman. That is, until I decided to count my steps to get ready on an average morning (ready to go out, not just ready for my coffee and blog-browsing). It’s a surprising number.

The upside, such as it is, is that the resident male, even if he shares your bathroom, has no idea how many steps you go through, and won’t even bring up the subject unless you’re late for an evening out. (Keep in mind, guys always say you look better without makeup, even if they have never, ever seen you without makeup.)

3 comments

  1. fillyjonk »

    27 November 2017 · 6:44 pm

    I remember a New Yorker-type comic from years back: an “everyman” type woke up, surrounded by a swarm of arrows above his head. One by one, as he did the steps of his morning (combing hair, drinking coffee, putting on a tie) those arrows disappeared. The last one, which remained as he was opening his front door to go out, was an arrow that looped back.

    the last panel of the comic showed the man, happily back in bed, all arrows gone.

    I often think of that as I go through the (too many) things I must do before facing the world in the morning: hair and makeup and clothing (and stockings, and find the right slip for the dress I’m wearing) and medications and pack a lunch and and and. And many of those days I wish I could be like that little man, and just turn back to bed.

  2. Holly H »

    28 November 2017 · 11:34 am

    I haven’t worn makeup for many years. I know I’d look better in makeup. And I’d also look good in stiletto heels (for my age), but I’m not lining up to buy those either.

    I hope that women will someday free themselves from the requirement to look good, no matter how uncomfortable and time-consuming.

  3. ETat »

    28 November 2017 · 10:40 pm

    On a good day I LIKE making all those steps (especially selecting ensemble for the day and making myself pretty. It’s like putting on the armor to withstand the world’s pressure)
    When I feel like FJ – it’s a bad day. Or I need some rest.

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