Ladies, you'll know what I'm talking about: you've finally gotten a little time alone and decide to pamper yourself. You've got cream bleach frosting your upper lip, a V05 oil slick in your hair and you've just slapped on a few pore strips when the doorbell rings. Now what? There's no time to wipe the crap off. You get a grip and think it's no big deal. Your delivery guy is cool; he's certainly seen worse, right? But what if you come to the door looking like this?
You didn't think when you bought Boscia's Luminizing Black Mask that it might make you look racist. You just wanted to try something new. Now you look like you've been putting on a minstrel show in your living room. Is the face mask inherently offensive or does it become so when viewed by someone else? Are you both racist for thinking it's racist? If it's just a skincare product, how can it also signify something as terrible as blackface?
Is the delivery man racist for judging you? How could he help it? You're offending yourself, for God's sake. A few minutes ago you were enjoying a facial and now you're Al Jolson. What a crazy thing perspective is. From now on, you'll have to hide from that delivery guy. You could have everything shipped to your neighbor's house. Come to think of it, maybe you should just move.
Labels: Al Jolson, Beauty, kathcom, magick sandwich, racism, sarcasm, satire, skincare
