I hope this isn’t too deep for a Sunday evening/Monday morning, but it’s something that’s been playing on my mind for a few days.
I’ve noticed that disclosing my love for all things cosmetic to a colleague, friend or even family member often has a profound affect on the way I’m perceived by this person. I’m not completely discounting the possibility that I may be a little hyper-sensitive to this, but generally, I notice a shift in attitude. This usually involves them expressing a flicker of surprise followed by puzzlement and if they particularly care about me, there’s a genuine sense of disappointment that I don’t choose to invest my energies into something more worthwhile.
I wonder if it’s because I don’t conform to how people prejudiciously imagine fashionistas and their beauty equivalents should look, think and behave?
~ I’m above the age of 22
~ I don’t ‘air kiss’
~ I’m someone’s mother and wife
~ I don’t say ‘awwww bless’ lots
~ I run my own business
~ I can hold a relatively intelligent conversation on a variety of subjects (go me!)
~ I don’t have the *ahem* ideal body shape for displaying fashion
~ I don’t have a complete meltdown if I break a nail (just a mini one)
Don’t get me wrong… there are definitely some women that seem to revel in the stereotype. My Space-Cadet-O-Meter usually registers the vacuumed in cheekbones/overly ambitious pouting action displayed in some profile pictures. In general though, since discovering beauty blogs I’ve realised just how diverse the beauty blogging community is, and most bloggers don’t appear to conform to the stereotypes.
I feel sad that our hobby is often regarded with such disdain. It’s thought of as frivolous, trivial and altogether rather pointless. Your appearance, rightly or wrongly (that’s a WHOLE other debate!) has a huge impact on your daily life and surely it makes us sensible rather than senseless to invest time and gain pleasure from making the best of what we started life with?
Even my husband (who is completely tolerant) will roll his eyes and gently tease me about going to ‘play’ with my makeup. I asked him curiously if he could think of another word to replace ‘play’ that didn’t make me sound like an 11 year old about to raid my mother’s vanity case. He couldn’t, and neither could I. I don’t mind the expression, I use it myself – but I do think it’s indicative of the attitude that prevails when it comes to beauty.
Either way, I can live with it up until the moment that people I hold in high regard look at me as if I should know better.
Do you have anyone in your life that understands YOU, but just can’t seem to grasp your love for this ‘superficial’ hobby of ours? And perhaps more importantly, do you notice it having any impact on your perceived credibility?