This week I have had more than my fair share of reminders that we live in a culture of cruelty.
There are things we think, perhaps, but should never say aloud. Things we may reconsider after tripping over the syllables falling from our own lips and hearing the unnecessary poison in our words.
Like this for example :
I always keep a lip gloss in the glove box of the car, along with a few other things like a pack of crackers, gloves, mascara and some congealer. (oops, I meant consealer!)
Digging around the bottom of the bag for the fresh tube of lip plumper, I more closely resembled a kid looking for candy at the bottom of a Halloween bag than a nearly 40 year old woman. Give a girl lip gloss and shes happy. At least the little girl inside me is.
Okay, back to why the hell that tube of lipgloss is important. . . it lead to a conversation about the culture of cruelty.
When I flipped down my visor mirror and opened the tube I was shocked to see a larger than average wand.
I made an off the cuff comment about how it was like using a tampon to put on my lip gloss. It brought out SO much lip gloss I had to scrape some off. Poor me right?
I admit my comment was vulgar. . . and I also admit to briefly contemplating sending a snarky tweet. Thankfully I didn’t. And I’m glad that I didn’t.
Now, do I hope the product developers from newyourkcolor.com see this post and maybe consider a warning label so a girl doesn’t ruin her dinner just from putting on some lip gloss? Hell yes. Do I like the larger wand? Yup. I think it actually provides lipstick quality coverage, I just wish it wasn’t with a meal sized portion of product.
For a split second I felt justified that I could say something so snarky – because it was how I felt about something I didn’t expect and didn’t like. Was it necessary to troll them just because I wanted to pitch a Candy Darling sized fit? No. I’m glad I decided to write a blogpost instead. Yes I still shared my snarky comment, but I didn’t do it for RTs, Likes or Shares. I did it because I learned something about myself.
I think we have become so accustomed to the culture of cruelty that has fermented around us that we can become willfully ignorant of its existence. Ignorant, that is, until people who fail to think before they speak (or tweet) – say something cold, bitchy, calculating, ignorant or inflammatory at, to, around or about a person or a brand or even us. . . like shit flinging monkeys.