"What? Is this a fashion show?" Why Women Really get Ready in the Morning

This morning on the way to church, I was walking behind some really pretty girls. They had dressed nice with good hair and nylons/tights of different colors and designs. Shoes, hair, make-up, skirts. A boy passed and said to his friend, "What? Is this a fashion show?"
All I have to say to that, boy, is," Why yes, yes it is." Ever wonder why exactly women get ready? Look quite so nice? It ain't for you boys! Its TOTALLY for each other! Life is a competition. Every aspect of it. It is nice to dress up for boys but it's so you will think WE look better than THAT other Girl. Basically, girls get ready, put on crap loads of make-up so other girls will look, notice, compliment, and LOSE. Mwahahaha!

Now you know one of the secrets of girlhood. Feel better boy on the sidewalk?

P.S. to Girls, guys don't care as much as you think. All that make-up you put on? He'd rather not see all the stuff on your eyes and lips. Natural is pretty too.

Comments

Aaron in Question said…

Oh! I see now! Haha, and that makes total sense, actually :) No wonder. Cami came over to visit Saturday night and put on a ton of make-up and I mean A TON. Yeah, she looked pretty but it hid what I like to call her natural :) She had lipstick to cover the earth and eye liner for the milky way but it hid her finer beauty. She even compared herself to Adalie!

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