Saturday, August 23, 2008

The Real Deal

I spotted this article yesterday via the internet and I have to admit, I breathed a little sigh of relief after reading and digesting. I'm pretty confidant that most of you tuning into this blog, are wired like me and find fake, well, just that, fake and unappealing.

As an example of fake versus real, it's been a mixed blessing that my budget doesn't allow me to purchase expensive designer labels made by Karl Lagerfeld, Cartier, or Armani. Sure, I'd love to own a fabulous Chanel jacket some day, but in between writing a best selling novel, I've learned to shop for cool, vintage pieces at thrift stores instead. Thrift store shopping has opened a door that I wouldn't have noticed if I was filthy rich; not batting an eyelash when purchasing fancy-schmancy Coco Chanel. Staying on a budget, keeps me real and humble.

I feel the same way about plastic surgery. I don't have the budget for a new set of boobs, fuller lips, less wrinkles and a higher ass (just 2", please), but in this case, even if I did, I would spend the money on things like travel, books, art work and guitar lessons. Or give donations to people that have serious illnesses, or animals and children that don't have a fighting chance.

I try and keep the things that go inside of my body as real as possible, I suppose. On a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the highest, I fall in the 7 category of natural. I don't wear much makeup, I prefer tank tops, shorts and flip-flops and I try and eat right, excercise and oh yeah, decline visits to plastic surgeons.

Comments?

Ciao
Neve

5 comments:

Craig Sorensen said...

I, for one, have always found real women who are comfortable in their very real skin much sexier than those who pursue some sort of idealized perfection through elective cosmetic surgery.

That sort of confidence rings through.

A woman enhancing her natural beauty is certainly sexy, lipstick calling attention to a beautiful mouth, eyeshadow making the irises richer; I still prefer when the makeup is off.

Neve Black said...

Hi Craig,
I concur. If a woman does wear make-up isn't it the sexiest when it's smeared across her face, from hot and crazy sex?

Equally, I prefer a man that smells of soap and water; not heavy colognes. I want to smell his essence. The cologne covers that up and I've always despised that.

Craig Sorensen said...

I agree both on the smudged makeup account and on the heavy cologne / perfume account!

I admit that I have a bit of a love for some tastily applied perfume.

Especially as it is wearing off, and the woman's scent mingles with it.

Neve Black said...

Ahhh. Good point.

A dirty girl and a dirty martini waits patiently for him once he walks through the front door after a long day at work. Yum, yum, yum to the lingering smell of aftershave as he drops his briefcase and kisses me.

Karl Friedrich Gauss said...

Thanks for the link to that MSN article. Fortunately in my own life, it's not an issue I've had to deal much with. But I'm with the writer all the way.