Dragonflies, Butterflies & Lady Bugs

Girly Feminists?!

I ran a banner for a few days and that was weird. I feel pressure enough to write well for friends, family and the people who came here on accident, let alone completely random (but nice-enough-to-leave-comments) folks who come! Wow, I actually didn't post for a few days because I didn't want to post anything boring or depressing. I'll have to think about how that affects my writing in general.

Yesterday I went to the beauty salon ('cept nowadays they call them day spas) for three hours. Three hours! For those of you who know me well, you know it is virtually unheard of for me to spend that much time on my appearance. I had my hair dyed, cut and I had my eyebrows waxed for the first time ever. And you know what? I kind of enjoyed myself. I kind of liked being pampered. I think I could get used to it. As a matter of fact, I'm going to book myself at another spa where I will get a stone massage, body wrap and some foot reflexology -- another three hours of heaven. 'Cause you know, as Loreal says, I'm worth it.

Seriously, the eyebrow thing? That has made me look in the mirror more often in the past 24 hours than I think I have in the past month. I kind of like it. It makes my face look more... I dunno... polished. Even without make-up.

And isn't weird that some little part of my mind rides me hard about spending those three hours on something so frivolous? What kind of feminist am I, anyway? The kind that waxes her eyebrows, I guess.

Any other feminists out there have this struggle? I find myself wanting to rationalize away the desire to be waited on for awhile and for wanting to change things about my appearance. Even now I am holding back from making excuses. How do you reconcile the desire to play with make-up, hair and other "girly" things with your feminist self?

(If you don't have a feminist self, please don't bash feminists, 'cause that will just annoy me and I will ignore you anyway.)

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