A woman got a makeover in the newspaper today to prepare her for a career change. The main difference between the before and after pictures was that she looked more natural in the before picture, and higher-maintenance in the after, with a hairstyle that looks simple but would be harder to set up in the morning than her original, and an odd frilly dress.
Makeovers have always fascinated me, especially the way that the before pictures look better than the after in 8 out of 10 cases; but also the way that a change in style or looks can theoretically totally change the way you look, or your style.
I saw a chubby black guy with a shaved head walking down the street yesterday and thought, there’s a look I could go for. I have short hair (and for some reason Gamma has been trying to talk me into shaving my head lately) and the chubby part would be no problem, but, eh, the plan falls apart when I hit complexion.
But I’ve always wanted a makeover. Someone to pick out clothes that look good on me – and preferably pay for them; someone to advise me on a decent hairstyle and enforce a diet and workout regimen.
Oh well. This idea gets diluted more and more by reality, as I think about it, until I arrive at the same point I do every spring: time to lose 20 pounds. With one difference this year: people actually read Feral Living now – so here’s my request: change my life, suggest a makeover.