In her latest blog entry, Sarah talks about the good ol’ days of Disney animated cartoons, while Gwen attempts to recall the lyrics to various Disney soundtracks. In lieu of the sudden nostalgia for all things Disney, I must admit I do miss my Snow White and Beauty and the Beast tapes (tapes! Yes that’s how old I’ve become)…which incidentally, were mistaken for pornographic films by the Singapore customs as my hapless parents tried to bring them in from Malaysia. I don’t know – were the titles in anyway, remotely suggestive? Perhaps Sleeping Beauty and Aladdin (Arabian Nights) conjured up tantalizing images of harems and Oriental exotica but I really can’t see how Bambi would have such an effect. Or any effect for that matter.
Nevertheless, my love affair with Disney has continued right up to my later years (damn I do feel old) …though in a slightly altered form, reflecting of course, my altered tastes ever since I was a twee Kindergartener.
Te presento a
…the latest M.A.C. tinted lip conditioners with Disney characters on the lid! What’s not to love???
Some reasons for my current obsession – magic words highlighted in bold.
1. Its M.A.C
2. Its limited edition
3. Its got spf 15
4. Its in collaboration with Disney
5. I have a soft spot for cute packaging.
6. Its M.A.C
7. Its limited edition
8. Its M.A.C
9. Its limited edition
10. ITS M.A.C AND ITS LIMITED EDITION
Ok, so it costs much more than your average cheapo drug store lippie, but who cares? I feel the pragmatic Asian in me dying a gruesome death and the indestructible consumerist rising like a triumphant phoenix from the ashes. (with credit card in tow)
And anyway, how can you say no to these?
Those oversized, pink, puffy cheeks have a startlingly similar effect to the stupid cakes and drinks in that animated Alice in Wonderland film; you know, the things that had little labels addressing Alice to ‘Eat me’ or ‘Drink me’. Only Coquettish Clarice and Miss Bunny are tempting me with their teasing gazes which say, no, scream ‘You know you want me – I’m MAC!’.
And I swear Daisy Duck is positively smirking smugly in the knowledge that, whilst I despise her white, exposed bottom, I am absolutely digging the Daisy Daze lippie. Lookithat.
That is most definitely a smirk of self satisfaction which belies a gorgeous creamy pink formula within the pot!
Well to you, poor reader, I did warn that this would be The self indulgent/absorbed entry, which I shall valiantly strive never to repeat again unless I am deliriously high on…chocolate or something. But while I’m at it, I shall push my luck and your patience by shamelessly imploring any kind soul out there who would like to give me an advanced Birthday/Christmas/Hanukkah/Thanksgiving gift to GO RIGHT AHEAD! I assure you I won’t do the whole Chinese thing of dramatically refusing your generosity at least 5 times. [P.S. I adore the Coquettish Clarice shade but Daisy Daze comes a close second]
So ends my rambling. I thought it wasn't unbearably long. And finally, in my defense, such seemingly frivolous outbursts - along with shopping, gossiping, bitching and other commonly disdained ‘feminine’ activities – offer continuous, healthy cathartic release. So there.
Sidenote: On a completely random and bizzare note, don't Coquettish Clarice and Miss Bunny sound awful lot like pornstar names? I'm just guessing!
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