When COVID-19 hit, the rules changed.
In the absence of real-life gatherings, my lipstick my pivotal weekend accompaniment sat untouched.
It started as innocently as Lip Smacker balmDr Pepper-flavored, no less.
And, of course, Gwen Stefanis crimson lips.
I was living in New York hoping to jumpstart my career as a writer.
Thatis your shade, she said, shaking a finger in my direction.
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I hope you never go a day without it.
I heeded her counselin moderation, of course.
Something was happening, and I was ready for it.
But when COVID-19 hit, something unanticipated occurred.
But I also knew something was missingsomething that was once a big part of me.
But upon wrapping my friends presentAnn Shens bookBad Girls Throughout HistoryI reconsidered when I added my own inscription.
Learn the rules, then break them.
I would wear the mask.
And underneath, I would wear my lipstick.
One thing was true: In-person, social distanced picnics and walks could now, indeed, happen.
On a Friday afternoon, I scheduled a Zoom call with friends to do some writing together.
But this time, I paused.
I entered my bathroom, and I reached for my Lady Danger.
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