I spent yesterday afternoon in West Hollywood, not far from where I grew up. (Ignore my previous whining, it's only about 15 minutes away.) There’s a café I enjoy, despite the mediocrity of the food. It’s the only place where I’ve been in the Ladies’ Room applying lipstick, and had a man come in and look quite affronted to see me there.
Maybe it was the shade of lipstick. In retrospect, it could have been.
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wasn't the lipstick...it was the competition
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