"There are no ugly women, only lazy ones"

...erm, according to Helena Rubinstein, d.1965)

Quel dommage! How disillusioned was she? The most beautiful creatures merely have greater cares. You know, kids, seeing the world, pioneering research, helping the poor, climbing the Wall of China, making a difference, etc.

[Beauty-sick(ened) flies like me ought indulge in some laziness more often, that's the unpalatable Glorious Truth. Ho hum.]

The 'Me Me Me' section will provide the aim of this blog, but there's a little below to chew on given my (complex) motivations. I'm a newbie to blogging, but not blogs, so don't judge kind people...(!)

(I also to review on makeupalley.com under bellaspots. Great site for the independent reviewer but so, so many gems of voices are lost in the flurry of reviews.)

Despite my conflicted soul, I pursue the beauty myth with unrelenting vigour despite being wiser than all the nonsense I am fed. Beauty companies, advertisers, editors, surgeons, and purveyors of the beautiful lie that beauty is everything, benefit more than me or the body I inhabit, so why is it so hard to let go?

Like so many disappointed, annoyed, fatigued, antipathetic, but empowered consumers made poorer in heart, mind and pocket, I am committed to weeding out those seeds of emptiness (something must be missing, right?) that nourish this unnatural materialism for more and more products. Suffice to say, my beauty walk-in cabinet is in need of some purging.

However, a new-found organic agenda has fed an even greater obsession, one for knowledge. But even this set of ethics has done nought to streamline my bottles and jars, opened and sealed, nor purse.

The Harrods Beauty Sale oughtn't be the highlight of diary. Poop to misogynistic glossies, poop to beauty editors fawning to advertisers, poop to crummy brands, poop to beauty jargon nonsense that serve to confuse the user.

Why is she doing this then? Good bloody question.

Indeed, I ask myself the same, maybe one day I'll find enlightenment because it ain't found at the bottom of a jar of Creme de la Mer.

So, verily, it'll be a pleasurable slog to blog liberally about all the latest, hi-tech vs. natural, faddy, inefficient, traditional, cult and kitsch, high to low-end beauty products, and all that can't be categorised in-between.

Buzz.