Whaling

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I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble, and you lisp; you nickname God's creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't! it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already- all but one- shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. -Hamlet I seriously couldn't mean this more when I say it- Stop wearing make-up. Just stop. There is no excuse good enough that you could come up with that would change my mind about this. And guess what ladies, there are plenty of other guys who feel the same way as me! Honestly, we are out there. And in vast number. If a guy wants you to be all make-upd out, then he isn't a good guy. And I mean that about any guy out there. Please stop. God has given you your very own beautiful face and you all just cover it up with that nasty stuff that just rubs off onto everything. Especially onto the shoulders of my shirt. So, if it's not bad enough that when you cry and get that snot all over me, my favorite shirts become stained with foundation, and eye liner, and mascara, and blush, and tree sap, and chimney dust and whatever the heck else you guys put on your mugs. It's time for us to start embracing ourselves. Be confident in who you are. If you don't impress a man because you don't have make-up, move on to the next one. Believe it or not, there are plenty of us out there who care about the inside you.. And as for me, no make-up or no me. That's what I've decided.