Here I was, getting a review ready for you, then a few nights ago while eating and watching weird late-night tv, The Evil Assistant and I found ourselves passing by TVSN, Australia’s home shopping network. Yes, the wonderful and sometimes ridiculous world of home shopping, where you can pay over $500 for this absolutely ugly bag, or a Magic Bullet, the device I care about more than most things, including children.
So what warranted us to stare at the tv in utter disbelief? What made our mostly rational brains short-circuit? For us to feel so offended for our bodies? For me to stop other posts to post a PMS-fuelled annihilation of a product?
Why, the Neckline Trainer/Slimmer!
Yes, on first sight, you would do what we did and scoff, roll your eyes and/or crack up laughing at the idiocy in a ~rose gold~ packaging. Ooooh, modern and fancy! Yet the Neckline Trainer (or if you’re in the States, “Neckline Slimmer“, or sometimes called the “Neck Genie“) has been around for years and has already done the As-Seen-On-TV laps plenty of times before.
For our virgin eyes, this was our first time, and we’ve never felt so much contempt for a product – or a TVSN presenter – before.
I was going to address this in the last beauty misconceptions post but I didn’t want it to be a whole chapter. Instead, I thought I would address it individually from the others in its own post because the whole subject can be really confusing and there are multiple reasons you might break out.
The short answer to this question/statement is yes, a new skincare regime can break you out, but the reasons are a bit longer than a word…
Hey guys, what a crazy week it’s been around here!
I wanted to do another instalment of beauty misconceptions since it’s been a while and heaven knows there’s some bad info being touted as fact or a liiiiittle off the mark.
Let’s dive in!
You know when you’re brain just keeps going “jfskfdjfdsk” at something and makes it difficult to actually express what you want to say? That’s how I feel about a lot of things, but today, it’s about peel off masks.
I’ve been attempting to write this for days.. hell, weeks. Every way to try and write this has gone through my head and it’s just one of those things that kind of make sense in your head then when you go to write it down, it doesn’t come out coherently. I’m going to do my best though, as I don’t want this to be taken out of context or anyone to feel offended; all I want to do is create a dialogue where there currently isn’t one and maybe, even make someone feel better about being in a similar situation.
As I typed the title of this inevitable swearing rantfest, I could feel any male readers I had just flung their computer out from in front of their face. Yep, it’s a period post. Tough. If you stay, though, I’m sure you’ll love how much my body likes putting me through.
Now, you are catching me at my worst with no filter, so I’m warning you now that below is some Sweary McSwearpants content.
Some, she says.