I like makeup. I’ve always liked makeup. Back in college, I wrote a terrible slam poem about being a feminist who wears makeup. Then I abruptly dropped the class because I couldn’t go through with actually performing that piece of shit. I mean, can you imagine? But in my head, I think the professor thought I was talented because he looked at me once. Back to Ulta where it is bright as fuck. Brighter than bright. Bright like the Griswold house at Christmas. Bright like everyone who shops there has seasonal depression. Bright like a sanitarium. Bright like you’re Harry […]