Analytics on this page let me know how many views my new-fangled blog has had. Currently it's sitting at 102. That's over a hundred people to whom I am going to have to personally apologise. It's also 102 taunts that I can expect in the near future (actually, it's probably only about 80-something given the amount I received in the office today).
My day today was permeated with various clever remarks such as "blog about that" / "ooh, careful she doesn't write a blog about you" / "your writing changed my life, please don't ever stop". The last line was actually uttered, but it was followed by a sentence including a few choice words like "arty farty" and "pain in the arse", so I'm beginning to think it may have been facetious.
However, I'm sure that at least one of you (hi mum) will be pleased to hear that I'm going to power on and continue writing. Don't all celebrate at once.
This morning I was sitting in a waiting room (for an appointment which was typically running twenty minutes late), catching up on the news of the day, when I stumbled across this aggressively hilarious story in the Guardian. For those of you who can't be bothered clicking on the link, I'll sum it up for you in ten words. Harlem woman uses second hand lipstick, gets herpes and sues. Idiot.
Fair enough, that was eleven, but the last word was clearly needed.
This numpty went to a Rihanna concert in Brooklyn and let a stranger (albeit one dressed in a MAC uniform) apply used lipstick to her mouth. Unfortunately, but somewhat unsurprisingly, our poor heroine then contracted herpes, and is now suing MAC for infecting her with an incurable disease.
The suit she's filed states: "(MAC) should have known ... it was unsanitary and exposing patrons to possible spread of disease."
True that. The representatives peddling make-up on the night should have been made aware of these issues and been given appropriate equipment.
The report then goes on to say: "(MAC) didn't use a fresh or new lipstick tube, but rather one that had been used for other patrons."
At this point, surely, a wee bit of common sense might have kicked in? If you'd spotted this, wouldn't you have avoided the make-up tent like the plague? Would you use a strangers' toothbrush (even if they offered it) and then complain when you contracted an oral virus?
I just don't get it. Yes, the company should have followed the correct measures, but everyone has to play their own part when it comes to their well-being.
It reminds me of that age-old saying my mum drilled into us as kids. "Don't talk to strangers. But if they offer you their lipstick, just make sure you remember to blot afterwards."
Finally, let's remind ourselves that she was, in fact, at a Rihanna concert and that's almost reason enough to enjoy a bit of schadenfreude.
Anyway. DPC and I are driving down south tonight so the next blog is likely to be themed around the domestic we'll inevitably have in the car thanks to my peanut-sized bladder insisting on stopping every twenty minutes.
Take care, boys and girls, and don't use strangers' make-up.
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