drugstore cowgirl

Okay I am not any different from any other 61 year old lady. I am freaked out by the aging process and I hate the sags and wrinkles. That is, let me clarify. The wrinkles are pretty much okay, you know like rings inside a tree trunk. They tell stories I suppose. But the SAGGING? OMG I can't take it. SO, being a girl of very little coin, I go to the drugstore and buy jars of stuff. I can't afford botox or any of that other stuff and besides I won't fucking do it. If I had the money I would donate it to SPLC and food banks and such like. Because let's get real. My face is going to go the way of all dust and mud. It is that simple. But if I had enough money to make a lot of oppressed women's lives  better instead of make my face last longer, the choice would be a no-brainer. As it is, about twice a year, I donate the odd $50 to SPLC, $40 to the food bank, $25 to the Nature Conservancy...and about $50 to CVS and Clinique for face creams and sunscreens. Yes, I use a separate eye cream. Don't you?

What I don't want to do, ever, is contribute to the bland yet evil continuum, the mobius cash register strip, the slippery conveyor belt of pain, that is the fashion industry, the cosmetics industry, and so many other industries from whom we blithely consume on a daily basis, often without knowing we are doing so, who are in actuality industries that feed men with the blood of women. Men making money on the backs of women and children who suffer. Yes, that is what I mean. That just bugs me. How much research do I need to do to find out if my dollar is going to buy some rich man a Rolex watch (well, a molecule of a Rolex watch) while there is a woman freezing but too afraid (of him) to leave her tent to go look for firewood? I am just asking.

Anyhoo, back to the face creams for a moment. The coupons that were supposed to work did NOT work today. SO now I have to go back down the hill (and in the process burn a bunch of fossil fuel which will deposit money in the pockets of people who don't even believe in fossils...), return the face creams, and then re-buy them with the coupons that spurted out of the register today when I paid full fare. Oh and there was the cashier, who said "if you buy another jar, you get 40% off the second jar." To which I replied, "I cannot think that far ahead, and I only have the one face..." To give him a little credit, he actually laughed. Usually these remarks of mine are misunderstood. Like, when they say "do you have a rewards card with us?" and I say, "NO I ONLY HAVE A PUNISHMENT CARD." People just don't fucking get it, you know?  Okay? So, yeah, I am grumpy. Have a nice evening. I am going to the gym now...for what it's worth.