Once upon a time, there was a girl who had a lot of make-up.
She didn’t have the make-up because she bought it, or because she wore it. She had the make-up because an editor mistakenly believed she knew a lot about products, and assigned her to a bunch of beauty stories.
When she did these beauty stories, she received a lot of products to test. Anti-aging creams and nail strengtheners and 24-hour concealer, and lip pencils, and a straightening iron, and a spray-on body make-up kit…oh my.
Her boyfriend said, “You better get rid of this shit, it’s all over the house!”