Ironically, Gentle Reader, despite being the Urban Decay Generation, Pink does NOT make me puke.
These are my new pretties. They are so very pretty! I have had many revelations for 2013, and most of them deal with personal development. I am attached to my clothes and my enjoyment of sparkly things, yet find myself so often going to work without makeup. One of the advantages of being the Rather Absent-Minded Professor is that, well, even if one works on fashion, one can find oneself overwhelmed by fashion. So much so, that one finds herself not concerning herself with fashion.
So, 2013, The Year of the Fashionable Amy. This means fun new toys, new shinies and sparklies, and new makeup.
I am of the Urban Decay Generation. I was born at the tail end of Gen X, which means that the girly color pink, at one time or another, did make me want to revolt against gender stereotypes. Why should I be bound by pink and pastels when, as a Winter, I look so much better in jewel tones and black, anyhow? Then, of course, there was, as I often tell my students, The Time When Dr. Montz Wore Much Black Eyeliner, which really felt anti-pink.
But then, something happened. Perhaps it was the fall into third-wave feminism, the rejection of my Second-Wave Sister Suffragettes who said one could choose beauty or feminism, but not both. Or perhaps it was the seriousness of my research into fashion and beauty standards of the nineteenth century. Or perhaps it was finally admitting that yes, being a “girly girl” did not mean one was “a bad feminist.”
Urban Decay continues to this day to stick up its perfectly manicured middle finger to gender stereotypes, and colors like “Virgin” and “Harlot” poke not-so-gentle fun at a culture that often categorizes women by external sexual determinations but refuses to do so for their male counterparts.
The revolution may not be televised, but it will be coiffed and manicured and damn fabulous.
Cheers to all. And Suffragettes Bless Urban Decay’s gorgeous makeup.
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