I think it is so funny to observe the females of our species. I’m referring specifically to my daughter. She will spend hours sitting at her bedroom vanity staring into the mirror, fussing with her hair and her make-up until she looks so perfect that you can’t tell she’s wearing any make-up at all and her hair looks perfectly tousled. I have a hard time suppressing a smile because I think she is beautiful no matter what.
Tonight she recruited my wife to help her go through her closet to look for the cropped denim jacket and the Jessica Simpson Clancey Boots that she wants to wear on her big date with Trevor. This big date is actually several weeks away – it is for a Valentine’s dance at school. But she wants to pick out the perfect outfit and make sure everything fits and “goes” together and is clean and not missing any buttons and seams are all properly sewn. Or maybe properly ripped – it is hard to tell in this day and age when the kids walk around wearing what they wear! Some of the things they wear look like the old clothes my wife threw out into the rag bag years ago!
Yes, it is truly amusing to watch the women fuss so much over their appearance. Makes me glad I’m a man!