I received this Limited Edition Mascara from a very good friend of mine for Christmas (late, I know right) ~ I’ve already seen this mascara on shelves a few years back but I wasn’t too keen on buying it (Yes, despite it being Hello Kitty) since I’ve already tried using the regular one (Maybelline Volum’ Express) — which coincidentally, was one of the first mascaras i’ve tried (along with Etude House -I forgot the name- Mascara)
Oh goodness me, where can I find this?
I suspect it’s difficult for men to imagine a world in which their bodies have long been inextricably linked to their value as an individual, and that no matter how encouraging your parents were or how many positive female role models you had or how self-confident you feel, there is an ever-present pressure that creeps in from all sides, whispering in your ear that you are your body and your body defines you. A world where, from the time of pubescence on, you can feel the constant and palpable weight of the male gaze, and not just from your male peers but from teachers and sports coaches and the fathers of the children you baby-sit, people you’re supposed to respect and trust and look up to, and that first realization that you are being looked at in that way is the beginning of a self-consciousness that you will be unable to shake for the rest of your life.Even if they are never verbalized, the rules of bodily conduct for females become clear early on: when school administrators reprimand you for the inch of midriff that shows when you lift your hands straight in the air or youth group leaders tell you that the sight of your unintentional cleavage is what causes godly young men to fall, you learn that your body is dangerous and shameful and that it’s your responsibility to cloister it in a way that is acceptable to everyone else. You learn that your body is a topic of public debate that everyone is entitled to weigh in on, from a male classmate telling you that those jeans make your ass look huge to the male-dominated United States Congress dictating the parameters that rape must fall within to be considered legitimate. To be a woman, and to live life in a woman’s body, is to be held to a set of comically paradoxical standards that make you constantly second-guess yourself and jump through a million hoops in pursuit of an impossible perfection.Stop Catcalling Me (via albinwonderland)
“Dear Tony Harris,
You, and dudebros like you, are the reason that women everywhere feel too intimidated to get into comics. Because if we enjoy them and express ourselves in a way that you don’t personally approve of, you try to nerd-cred shame us out of your little boys club. And in the same breath you go, ‘Why aren’t there any girls here?!’ You design and glorify skimpy costumes and then tell us we’re attention seeking for making exact replicas of them… No matter what we do or achieve, we, as women, will always be accused of faking it for attention. ‘Cause, you know, everything we do is for male attention, right? … One last reality check: Even if you own every single Avengers comic that has ever been made… ever… you still don’t own the Avengers. You aren’t it’s guardian. You don’t get to decide who is a fan of it, or what they have to do or know in order to be considered a fan. So your whining that girls are only interested in The Avengers now that the movie has come out is pathetic, and sad and, most importantly, so arrogant that Tony Stark himself would be embarrassed of you.”
“Fake Geek Girls”, by Alb [x]
Slowly feeling the spirit of Christmas. From one of my fave artists. Love this version!
Even though I’m an old fart, I must have this! The ultimate for those diehard Hello Kitty fans young, and young at heart.