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British Isles Friday: Parakeets in the Park

Parakeets in the ParkOn a beautiful day in May, 2017 my husband and I walked through Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens. It’s really not that easy to tell where one ends and the other begins. We were looking for the Peter Pan statue (next week’s post) when we came across a small clearing cluttered with people holding their arms in the air, offering perches for surprisingly green birds fluttering in the air. Parakeets, and so prevalent, and with so many people standing about in their midst I stupidly assumed this must be some sort of birder club gathering. Ding dong me! I didn’t know the birds were wild and the people were just regular folks like us trying to get a better look. 

Doing a little post-trip homework I discovered the parakeets are so abundant in the park—and the inner mile they’re actually considered a bit of a nuisance by some people! I wish I’d known before the trip that all I had to do was bring a slice of apple and I could get the birds to land on me too!

I thought this wom…

I Was a Cosmetic Copy writer

I was a copywriter at Max Factor for about five years back in the eighties. I came up with shade names, wrote package copy and created names for products too.
Here, a piece inspired by that work.
Maybe you’ve never heard of me but I’m the one you listen to in your heart of hearts. I’m the one who tells you how to be.
I’m the cosmetic copy writer. Maybe I named your lipstick or told you exactly how to apply your blush. Maybe it was a little thing like putting on your mascara. Now you remember. “For big, fat lashes that last and last. Smudgeproof. Smearproof. Even kissproof.” Yes! That was me.
I’m the one you run to when your mirror makes you moan. It’s me you turn to when Johnny Angel picks Carol Ann -- not you -- to take to the Senior Prom. Let’s face it. Without me you’re nothing. No one will ever love you. You’ll never have a boyfriend. You’re ugly. A pale, pimply, lipless, lashless, small-eyed, big-nosed, mousy-haired gnome. You are the walrus! Koo koo kachoo.
I’m the cosmetic copy writer, your fairy godmother on the back of the make-up pack. And I promise, Cinder-not-so-bella, that with a swish of my magic mascara wand, I’ll take those skimpy lashes to new lengths. What to do with that nothing little mouth of yours? It’s back to the drawing board. First we’ll erase it. Then with a lip liner pencil we’ll retrace it but this time do it bigger, fuller, fatter, better.
And you’d better get used to the new, improved you because after I’ve had my way with you, you’ll feel naked without your lipstick. You won’t be able to go to the market without your mascara. You’ll dash to the mall in baseball cap and sunglasses, praying you don’t see anybody you know.
Just when you’re so addicted that you can’t even go to the laundry room without eyeliner, the supply will be gone. (Don’t blame me. I’m just the middle woman.) Your favorite, perfect shade has vanished. You look everywhere. In every cosmetic department around. From Bullocks to Rite Aid. Nobody knows where it went , the promise of the perfect lipstick, eyeliner nail polish, mascara or makeup base. The blush took a powder.
“Sorry. Discontinued.” Some cooly coiffed cosmetic representative will say. “Try this one. It’s just the same.” It’s not. You know it’s not. But you’ve got to have something so you pay too much and you take it home. And it’s not the same. It doesn’t go on smooth enough or last as long or looks so fresh and natural. It globs or cakes or runs or simply fades away. It doesn’t bring out your eyes. It doesn’t play up your mouth. It just looks like you. With makeup on.
It’s okay. Dump it in the drawer with all the other makeup that didn’t make it. But watch out if you dare to go bare, your mother will shriek “Put a little blush on. And comb your hair.”
Your friends will shake their heads sadly, “It’s too bad she let herself go.”
“I always knew she was a lesbian.”
Go on. Make up your mind. Toss it. I won’t tell a soul. I kee p all your little beauty secrets, don’t I? Honest, it wasn’t’ me who told Carol Ann that a little blue liner at the outside corner of the eyes would make them look bigger and brighter. Would I do that to you?
I’m the cosmetic copywriter. No. You don’t know me. But trust me, I know you.


  1. Anonymous1:59 PM

    Very scary. Very well written, too.
    I'm giving this to my teen daughter.

    In what seems like minutes, she's gone from makeup in Target to makeup in Sephora and Mac.

    I'm a copywriter, too. But I never did tobacco or cosmetic advertising.(Though if want to join the US Navy, I'm your guy.)

    1. Oh, the money she'll spend:) Thanks for the sweet comment; made my day.

  2. beauty tips9:51 PM

    Well done on a nice blog sc. I was looking for information on eye makeup tips and came across your post I Was a Cosmetic Copy writer - not precisely what I was looking for related to eye makeup tips but an interesting read all the same!

  3. Well done on a nice blog sc. I was searching for information on beauty tips and ran across your post I Was a Cosmetic Copy writer - not exactly what I was looking for related to beauty tips but a very interesting read all the same!


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