#alternative problems

•Forgetting it’s on your lips and then smudging it if you touch your mouth.

•It’s even harder to fix, especially in a place where you can’t get out makeup remover and clean it up.

•Even worse, not having makeup remover to help fix it up.

•It smudges easily and might make you look like you have a beard (unless you’re a guy, in which case good for you for breaking gender roles).

•It stains easier than other lipsticks

•Comments from family members (usually older ones).

•Comments from family friends (usually older ones)

•Comments from your doctor (yes, this happened)

•People who stare in horror (okay, this is actually kinda funny because it’s an easy way to spot the judgmental people. It’s even funnier if you’re doing something nice like volunteering because it says “hey, this weirdo is being less of a jerk than you.”

•People (usually boys between the ages of 12-20) who just scream “GOTH” or “EMO”

•Those creepy catcalls about where they’d like the lipstick to stain.

•Kids who say to their parents, “I want that lipstick!” And their parents who give you the, “You corrupted my child,” look. (Okay, half of this one is adorable.)

•Being afraid to use any sort of cup, spoon, or mug because you don’t want it to stain; especially at a restaurant or cafe.

•Those people who try to flirt with you (and fail) by giving shitty pet names based off your lipstick.

But hey, it’s all totally worth it, cause if you can pull it off, it looks f*ckinf awesome.

So my mom and I drove up to Davis to visit my bestest friend ever, which isn’t weird at all, and most of the trip wasn’t weird either. To help with the story a bit, Davis is a small college town in the middle/northern part of California so it gets a little more conservative than LA, which is where I lived all my life and where no one really bats an eye at alternative people.

So we get up here and get a room at our Hotel, and it happens to be a few parking spots away from where we parked our car, so my mom runs to move the car and I just kinda stood in front of the room, waiting for her. I noticed some cops pull into the parking lot and see them looking at me in my peripheral vision, assuming they’ll just drive by and move on. But then they stop. And get out. And walk over to me.

My first thought was “I haven’t been in town for more than 10 minutes, what the hell could I have done to get the cops to want to bother me.” They walked up, asked how I was doing, what I was doing there, where I was from, etc. while my mom watched from the car because they were in front of the spot she was going to park in. Eventually they told me people have been breaking into cars stealing valuables and what not and to be careful, then left.

Honestly, I think that was a bs excuse and they just wanted to profile me because of the way I looked. There were several other people in the parking area that they didn’t talk to either. Other hotel goers that probably weren’t from around here.