How fortunate, that I don't need to explain how this, red-red lipstick, became the subject of a post. It just did. It may be traced to the previous entry about resonating and remaining, for it has a home there and has started calling to me, now that there are those lines, radiating downward from my lips, into which red-red lipstick could slither. I could go through my days in the world looking like the winner of a cherry pie eating contest. Among the things I know, people will think what they will and attempts at imagined propriety have never been able to disguise the otherness I've always felt. Let the lipstick slither.
Here is some history of lipstick, the true, very red variety in particular.
"Dark red was one of the most popular shades throughout the 19th and 20th century. Dark red lipstick was popular in the 1920s. Flappers wore lipstick to symbolize their independence."
I believe the quote below supports my fuzzy notion that there is something powerfully feminist, certainly, as I interpret it, fear producing about red lipstick. (Getting the font sizes to match is beyond me.)
"In the mid 1940s, several teen books and magazines stressed that men prefer a natural look over a made up look."
"Throughout most of the 19th century the obvious use of cosmetics was not considered acceptable in Britain for respectable women, and it was associated with marginalized groups such as actresses and prostitutes. It was considered brazen and uncouth to wear makeup.
"Lip colouring started to gain some popularity in 16th century England. During the reign of Queen Elizabeth I bright red lips and a stark white face became fashionable. By that time, lipstick was made from a blend of beeswax and red stains from plants. Only upper class women and male actors wore makeup."
|Actress Jane Russell, at age 87 or near to it. Red and no feathering.|