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Make-up is a strange medium. it is used on stage to change the person, and in the real world, for some people, to make them who they are, so’s to speak.

I always feel rather insulted when people suggest that make-up is the only thing that could make me prettier. What about a good night’s sleep? some fresh air? exercise? Am i so beyond help, that the only way to make me look “nice” is to cover up my faults instead of working to actually get rid of them?

Fine, it can be used an art form, or to show off people’s nice features or whatever. But Make-up is NOT the only way to have good looks, and i deeply resent the idea that it should be.

That said, None of you are really suggesting that it is or isn’t, in fact I’m probably missing whatever point you guys are making entirely. But i felt like having a rant and TFFU is always the best place for that, no?

I get what you’re saying, though. I know people who refuse to leave the house until they put on makeup, which is really irritating because they look fine without it.

I have worn make up before, but it was more face paint, and it was for a rave I was dancing at. I was amazed at how odd some ppl reacted to it, esp ppl from fringe/altternative communities.

Make up is art, as well. My body is a canvas, and clothing and make up are my mediums.

That would be funny if an actual book deleted itself at the last page. You turn to the very last part of the book, eagerly anticipating what you’ll find, and then *poof*. Book no more.

Also, all the Cool Kids are in Hell. Like Oscar Wilde! NomnomOscar…*daydreams*

I quite like the idea of a traditional book snatching away the last page because you’re reading too slow.

Ha, I love the “To Serve Man” episode. That’s the first one I think of whenever I think of Twilight Zone.

And then there was the one episode where these little space aliens land in this poor woman’s house, and start trying to zap her with their little guns, and she tries to step on them, and whacks them with her broom, and you get really mad at those little alien things, and then in the last frame, it shows their ship and it says “NASA” or something like that. Interesting how our perspective changes when we realize that it’s us who’re being the annoying zappy little alien things.

Soccer players roll around and clutch their leg, screaming in pain when they trip over the white line (Italian World Cup team, anybody??)

Rugby is one bloke sticking two blokes’ heads up three blokes’ bums.

That first one you mentioned reminds me of an old story called “The Barbie Murders,” or something to that effect, where there’s someone killing off people who’ve joined a religion that involves surgically altering yourself to look just like every other member of the religion and then living in a commune. That made it hard to solve the murder mystery — poor detective. (Oh, I found it: it is called The Barbie Murders, by John Varley.)

Or how about the one where the guy goes on a space mission and leaves his wife behind, but because of the length of the mission when he returns she’ll be eighty and he’ll be the same age, but then at the end you find out that he stayed out of the suspended animation so he’d age normally to be the same age as his wife but then his wife back on Earth went into suspended animation so she wouldn’t age so now he’s eighty and she’s thirty? Or was that an Outer Limits? It’s irrelevant but it always pisses me off because it’s just an even more annoying version of Gift of the Magi. I HATE THAT FREAKING STORY.

What about the one where To Serve Man turns out to be a cookbook?