Since Mac has been bugging me all week to let her put make-up on me…I’m beginning to wonder if I’m a make-up kind of guy.  Do I have the features that accentuated by long flowing streaks of rouge?  Would my eyelashes benefit from the sweet caress of a masacara brush?  Do my lips lusciously swell beneath the oily veneer of Parisian Pink lipstick, adorned by Wimsical Pink lip liner?  Are my eyes served by the charcoal dusting of eye make-up?

I don’t think so.

Removing my propensity to not have faith in my fascial structure, that it cannot pull off Mac’s new and improved make over.  I honestly just don’t think I’m cool enough to sport women’s fashion.  I am no Robert Smith or David Bowie.  I am not a Wayans Brother (circa “White Chicks” era).  Nor am I emo like Pete Wentz and The Madden boys (circa all of the time).  Sadly MacKenzie…I just don’t think your make-up plan is for me.

-B