17 February 2005
skin deep....mmmm
It's not often that Infinite Thought goes to beauty parlours - I kid myself that I generally resemble an alcoholic elf princess, but most of the time I probably look more akin to some sort of 19th-century 'consumptive book-girl' (superhero qualities: capacity to skim-read controversial tomes in times of emergency, just call me Willow, ha ha).
Anyway, today I got my hair dyed, a bit. The bloke who washed and dried my hair was...a little guy. I mean a proper little guy - a dwarf. It was strangely erotic, as his tiny hands rinsed the soap from my damp tresses. 'Gosh,' I thought. 'Is this okay?'. I mean, it would be more offensive if I didn't find him attractive a priori I suppose, but what was going on? I quickly turned to the magazines I'd been handed to read whilst the dye set in.
Women's magazines are so bizarre. It's not like there's an obvious causal link you can point to between thin models and anorexia in magazine audiences, but I think something else entirely is going on ....they make these women look edible! Seriously. Their skin looks like coffee ice-cream covered in velvet. 'This is not going to help plump young women to cut down on their food!' I thought, as dye dripped onto my forehead. Man, my skin is going to fall off, like that weird 'melt movie' 'Street Trash' we watched when I was accidentally really stoned, shortly before I got really sick.
I turned instead, perversely, to the real, official, food pages. Some guff. It took me a minute to realise that the heading 'Pan theism' was referring to the apparently splendid virtues of a new egg-frying pan. I couldn't believe it.
Anyway, I am not using this computer tomorrow as my attention span is rapidly becoming comparable with that of a meerkat.
Anyway, today I got my hair dyed, a bit. The bloke who washed and dried my hair was...a little guy. I mean a proper little guy - a dwarf. It was strangely erotic, as his tiny hands rinsed the soap from my damp tresses. 'Gosh,' I thought. 'Is this okay?'. I mean, it would be more offensive if I didn't find him attractive a priori I suppose, but what was going on? I quickly turned to the magazines I'd been handed to read whilst the dye set in.
Women's magazines are so bizarre. It's not like there's an obvious causal link you can point to between thin models and anorexia in magazine audiences, but I think something else entirely is going on ....they make these women look edible! Seriously. Their skin looks like coffee ice-cream covered in velvet. 'This is not going to help plump young women to cut down on their food!' I thought, as dye dripped onto my forehead. Man, my skin is going to fall off, like that weird 'melt movie' 'Street Trash' we watched when I was accidentally really stoned, shortly before I got really sick.
I turned instead, perversely, to the real, official, food pages. Some guff. It took me a minute to realise that the heading 'Pan theism' was referring to the apparently splendid virtues of a new egg-frying pan. I couldn't believe it.
Anyway, I am not using this computer tomorrow as my attention span is rapidly becoming comparable with that of a meerkat.
