The other night while we were watching TV, a mascara commercial came on and my husband said, with equal parts incredulity and disgust, "Who wears that stuff?"
"I do," I answered. "Pretty much every day."
He really couldn't believe it. I didn't know whether to be flattered, or bemused at his lack of awareness.
Mostly I just thought it was funny, because after all I don't wear mascara for him. It's for me. A little makeup (whatever can be applied in less than four minutes) helps me feel like the face in the mirror matches the one in my mind's eye.
Call me shallow, but I don't see anything wrong with that.