Your are right, Mr. Commenter, men HAVE NEVER been known to enhance their looks with prosthetics...
Posted on 10/12/2013 2:19:41 PM PDT by SunkenCiv
A set of before and after photos that show the dramatic difference between a woman with and without make-up have sparked an internet debate about cosmetics.
Posted by make-up artist Melissa Murphy, the images, simply captioned: 'Make-up. That's it,' show a bare-faced woman with acne scars and shiny skin, and then her transformation after putting on make-up, with thicker eyebrows, flawless looking skin and a seemingly thinner face.
One person replied that a woman's personality counts more than her make-up routine, writing: 'You only feel "betrayed" because you put too much value on looks.'
In response to this accusation, plokoonismyfave pointed out the fact that a man who artificially altered his appearance would be seen in a negative light, too.
'If a guy wore prosthetic muscles under a long-sleeve shirt (à la Superman costumes), you would likely feel as if you had been deceived, regardless of what you thought of the person,' he wrote.
Disguise: One commenter pointed out: 'If a guy wore prosthetic muscles under a long-sleeve shirt, you would likely feel as if you had been deceived, regardless of what you thought of the person'
He then went on to accuse the woman in the photo of disguising her insecurities with cosmetics.
'The girl in the photo is apparently not satisfied with the way she looks without makeup,' he said, 'and uses makeup to artificially portray a person more people would find attractive.'
Others stayed out of the debate altogether, instead admiring the miraculous transformation made possible by the make-up artist, who also shares her work on Instagram.
'Holy crap! That's amazing,' wrote one fan of the make-over. 'I would've never been able to tell that those two pictures were the same person. If this is your work, you have an amazing talent!'
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So, is this the first woman with makeup the people in the article have ever seen?
We had a couple next door. Without makeup the wife looked like a sow. I didn’t even like to look at her. She did her own makeup and looked very nice.
I wonder if those people wash and wax their cars or paint their houses or wear nice clothes to hide their ugly bodies.
If the barn needs painting, paint it!
FMCDH(BITS)
Àaaaaaa my eyes, what has been seen cannot be unseen!!!!
A plain face is frequently the easiest to turn into a beautiful woman. The transformation in the woman’s picture is not at all unusual.
That is one of the weirdest comments I've ever seen at Free Republic.
That is all.
I would sure be shocked to wake up to left after going to bed with the right....Ouch!
It was, wasn’t it. It’s funnier if told in person, possibly.
Happiness is the ultimate cosmetic!
Very true!
The Lady’s Dressing Room
Jonathan Swift
1732
Five Hours, (and who can do it less in?)
By haughty Celia spent in Dressing;
The Goddess from her Chamber issues,
Array’d in Lace, Brocades and Tissues.
Strephon, who found the Room was void,
And Betty otherwise employ’d;
Stole in, and took a strict Survey,
Of all the Litter as it lay;
Whereof, to make the Matter clear,
An Inventory follows here.
And first a dirty Smock appear’d,
Beneath the Arm-pits well besmear’d.
Strephon, the Rogue, display’d it wide,
And turn’d it round on every Side.
On such a Point few Words are best,
And Strephon bids us guess the rest;
But swears how damnably the Men lie,
In calling Celia sweet and cleanly.
Now listen while he next produces,
The various Combs for various Uses,
Fill’d up with Dirt so closely fixt,
No Brush could force a way betwixt.
A Paste of Composition rare,
Sweat, Dandriff, Powder, Lead and Hair;
A Forehead Cloth with Oyl upon’t
To smooth the Wrinkles on her Front;
Here Allum Flower to stop the Steams,
Exhal’d from sour unsavoury Streams,
There Night-gloves made of Tripsy’s Hide,
Bequeath’d by Tripsy when she dy’d,
With Puppy Water, Beauty’s Help
Distill’d from Tripsy’s darling Whelp;
Here Gallypots and Vials plac’d,
Some fill’d with washes, some with Paste,
Some with Pomatum, Paints and Slops,
And Ointments good for scabby Chops.
Hard by a filthy Bason stands,
Fowl’d with the Scouring of her Hands;
The Bason takes whatever comes
The Scrapings of her Teeth and Gums,
A nasty Compound of all Hues,
For here she spits, and here she spues.
But oh! it turn’d poor Strephon’s Bowels,
When he beheld and smelt the Towels,
Begumm’d, bematter’d, and beslim’d
With Dirt, and Sweat, and Ear-Wax grim’d.
No Object Strephon’s Eye escapes,
Here Pettycoats in frowzy Heaps;
Nor be the Handkerchiefs forgot
All varnish’d o’er with Snuff and Snot.
The Stockings, why shou’d I expose,
Stain’d with the Marks of stinking Toes;
Or greasy Coifs and Pinners reeking,
Which Celia slept at least a Week in?
A Pair of Tweezers next he found
To pluck her Brows in Arches round,
Or Hairs that sink the Forehead low,
Or on her Chin like Bristles grow.
The Virtues we must not let pass,
Of Celia’s magnifying Glass.
When frighted Strephon cast his Eye on’t
It shew’d the Visage of a Gyant.
A Glass that can to Sight disclose,
The smallest Worm in Celia’s Nose,
And faithfully direct her Nail
To squeeze it out from Head to Tail;
For catch it nicely by the Head,
It must come out alive or dead.
Why Strephon will you tell the rest?
And must you needs describe the Chest?
That careless Wench! no Creature warn her
To move it out from yonder Corner;
But leave it standing full in Sight
For you to exercise your Spight.
In vain, the Workman shew’d his Wit
With Rings and Hinges counterfeit
To make it seem in this Disguise,
A Cabinet to vulgar Eyes;
For Strephon ventur’d to look in,
Resolv’d to go thro’ thick and thin;
He lifts the Lid, there needs no more,
He smelt it all the Time before.
As from within Pandora’s Box,
When Epimetheus op’d the Locks,
A sudden universal Crew
Of humane Evils upwards flew;
He still was comforted to find
That Hope at last remain’d behind;
So Strephon lifting up the Lid,
To view what in the Chest was hid.
The Vapours flew from out the Vent,
But Strephon cautious never meant
The Bottom of the Pan to grope,
And fowl his Hands in Search of Hope.
O never may such vile Machine
Be once in Celia’s Chamber seen!
O may she better learn to keep
“Those Secrets of the hoary deep!”
As Mutton Cutlets, Prime of Meat,
Which tho’ with Art you salt and beat,
As Laws of Cookery require,
And toast them at the clearest Fire;
If from adown the hopful Chops
The Fat upon a Cinder drops,
To stinking Smoak it turns the Flame
Pois’ning the Flesh from whence it came;
And up exhales a greasy Stench,
For which you curse the careless Wench;
So Things, which must not be exprest,
When plumpt into the reeking Chest;
Send up an excremental Smell
To taint the Parts from whence they fell.
The Pettycoats and Gown perfume,
Which waft a Stink round every Room.
Thus finishing his grand Survey,
Disgusted Strephon stole away
Repeating in his amorous Fits,
Oh! Celia, Celia, Celia shits!
But Vengeance, Goddess never sleeping
Soon punish’d Strephon for his Peeping;
His foul Imagination links
Each Dame he sees with all her Stinks:
And, if unsav’ry Odours fly,
Conceives a Lady standing by:
All Women his Description fits,
And both Idea’s jump like Wits:
By vicious Fancy coupled fast,
And still appearing in Contrast.
I pity wretched Strephon blind
To all the Charms of Female Kind;
Should I the Queen of Love refuse,
Because she rose from stinking Ooze?
To him that looks behind the Scene,
Satira’s but some pocky Quean.
When Celia in her Glory shows,
If Strephon would but stop his Nose;
(Who now so impiously blasphemes
Her Ointments, Daubs, and Paints and Creams,
Her Washes, Slops, and every Clout,
With which he makes so foul a Rout;)
He soon would learn to think like me,
And bless his ravisht Sight to see
Such Order from Confusion sprung,
Such gaudy Tulips rais’d from Dung.
Your are right, Mr. Commenter, men HAVE NEVER been known to enhance their looks with prosthetics...
I’m guessing there are some British teeth hidden under those tightly clamped lips.
Totally agree
Poor Strephon. Sounds like he snooped on the wrong sort of woman.
Even the make over doesn’t help her looks. A smile with a little joy behind it would have gone a lot further.
What lies behind vanity is not a pretty thing.
I don’t think the makeup hides her “true self” at all. She looks unhappy and ill-tempered in both pictures.
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