There are fewer than 72 hours between me and my first final of the semester. I don’t want to waste any precious brain cells calculating the exact number of hours – it’s better to keep those for studying. So I’m going to spend a few joyous moments talking about superficial things that have nothing to do with appellate jurisdiction, discovery trees, or insanity tests.
I’ve mentioned that I wake up early (at or before 5:30 am every day) and go from the gym to the office to school and then finally roll home around 9 or 10 pm. It should go without saying that I’m a hot mess by the time I get home each night.
Apathy about my appearance has crept into my life since becoming a law student, but I still try to muster the energy to make an effort. (Those efforts are increasingly pathetic, btw.)
For me, and probably for many of you, the energy only gets me so far before the makeup itself has to man up and take over. It needs to get me from time of application until I wash my face at night.
My friend’s mother believes it’s imperative to “freshen your makeup at least once during the day.” While I love such retro ideas, the truth is such discipline would be very hard for me. When would I do it? Before my afternoon meetings? In between phone calls at my desk? With my luck I’d probably get one fresh layer of eyeshadow on and be summoned to a meeting without a chance to do the other. Too risky. Not to mention my ridiculously big purse is already overstuffed – I don’t want to carry around eyeshadow palettes I’d undoubtedly never use.
The only option for me at this stage in my life is to apply in the morning and hope for the best. But when it’s finals season AND holiday season AND work is a zoo AND life is just unavoidably crazier than ever, who wants to live with that craphoot, maybe-it-will-last-maybe-it-won’t uncertainty? Not me. My solution: Nars Primer.
I love makeup and beauty products but I’m not a Birchbox girl. There is no spontaneity when it comes to my makeup inventory. I stick with what I like until the product is discontinued or I run out of money or the store is out of stock and I’m desperate. Those are the only circumstances in which I’ll go out on a limb and buy something new.
That situation arose a few weeks ago when I was getting ready to leave the country. It was the morning of my departure and I was out of primer. I didn’t have a chance to swing by Sephora or Blue Mercury to pick up my trusted Nars, so I explored the aisles at CVS and came upon this Neutrogena primer.
From day one I knew it was a mistake. It doesn’t give my skin the matte, pore-less look I get from Nars. Moreover, within hours of application any trace of blush is gone from my cheeks.
I’ll venture to say that the most important thing a primer should do is hold onto blush for dear life, because it’s the blush that keeps us looking alive and healthy. For all the time we spend with a phone pressed to our cheek, or (if you’re anything like me) with our faces in our hands as we weep in distress over our civ pro casebooks, our blush doesn’t stand a chance. Which makes the primer application moot, because a perfectly arched eyebrow or bold winged liner won’t help you if your cheeks look pale and hollow!
People, Nars will not leave you hanging. I’ve put my makeup on over it at 7 am, worked a full day, partied too hard at night and crashed without washing my face. (Yes, I know this is the worst thing an almost 30 year old can do.) My blush was there when I woke up, so natural looking and glowy I almost forgot I was hungover. That dependability is what I want for myself and all of my overworked, overtired, brain-weary friends.
I think I’ve made my case here, so I will just leave you with some food for thought. Invest in a good primer. If you’re not willing to do that, have some self respect and don’t give up on yourself entirely – adopt the Scarlett O’Hara method for looking radiant and pinch your cheeks – hard! – every chance you get.
Just bear in mind that in the end the old cheek-pinch didn’t work on Rhett Butler. Don’t take the gamble!