This is a simple kind of troll: foolish, of limited capabilities but somewhat-unlimited financial resources, and usually not the sort of troublesome toxic beast we see around the place. The kind whose purpose in existence is stirring up trouble, causing damage, and destroying: getting MUAers deleted. Like in a game. Nope, this is the simpler sort who gets bees in bonnet periodically (full moon? who knows…), sometimes in conjunction with the my-body-is-a-temple there’s-no-facts-just-opinions neoidiotic crowd.
Bless its cotton socks, anyway. Continue reading
Or, bringing the phrase “it gets better” into disrepute.
See, the real root problem in what follows is one of individual limits, a lack of contact with reality, and their combination with historical ignorance.
The first of those is a big problem: an individual who is not of the most blessèd in the brain department, who makes do the best they can with what they’ve got, but who is a fundamentally simple creature (like all trolls) with simple appetites, comprehension of their surroundings, and capacity for meaningful interaction and activity. I was always taught that one should pity the afflicted, and help them as best one can, as much as they can take too (because these are still sentient beings with feelings and will, albeit of limited judgement). Now, a simple creature thinks in terms of survival and territory. At least defending what territory one has (vs. diminution and extinction), at best expanding territory. The latter counts as “success.” One all-too-prevalent version of which is the Viagra Paradigm. Also, all Ayn Rand idiocies.
We’ve seen—heck, even Darwin saw this, and certainly Malthus before him—that how evolution and The World work is a bit more complicated. But here’s where the unhappy, nay verily tragic, conjunction of individual limits and interaction with reality intersect. For the simple creature does two things: Continue reading
or, a continuation of our adventures in the Mysterious and Marvellous Land of Feck… Continue reading
And the week has barely started… Continue reading
Interesting discussion; and a reminder of how much bigger skin stuff and MUA and suchlike are than just places where trivial girly types hang out and natter pointlessly about pointless tat, compete on hoards, start fads and crazes, complain and bitch and whinge, be silly, and generally exemplify first-world problems and destroy any last vestige of feminist cred. Let alone basic common human dignity. There’s more to skin care than just keeping your skin stuck to your bones; though for some of us that’s already a tall order… There’s everything that’s going on under the skin, including in the mind; and there’s conversations about skin that reveal so much bare naked emotional truth about the interlocutors.
In the following, while there may be grounds for counter-trollism suspicion, there’s much to sympathize with on all sides.
That’s all. No further comment. Continue reading
- be nice to them: wear good shoes. Not heels. Something that cradles a foot kindly, and supports it.
- and decent socks: this varies from person to person on fabrics. I like wool (ethically produced, non-mulesed, etc.), also as my wool socks last forever and are easy to fix. OK, I’ve not tested out “forever” properly yet, but I do have socks that I’ve had for 15 years+. Other folks like bamboo and bamboo rayon and other rayon from plant cellulose of various sources. Cotton may be frowned upon for being a crop that uses a lot of water, and is not awfully environmentally sound.
- clean the buggers, at least once a day depending on use and climate conditions
- trim toenails regularly, so as not to cut yourself or anyone else nearby
- scrub gently as needed: pumice stone, salt scrub. Gently. Only on tougher horn-like skin. Some folks do some serious filing here, I prefer to keep serious filing action for tax returns and law-suits. Not on my tender tootsies.
- if dry: in the evening, soak them then slather on a thick layer of some sort of balm (this could be a thick wax, or a wax/oil mix, of whatever sort); I like shea butter or my DIY balm for this. Petrolatum or lanolin or products comtaining them are a good option; for a more eco-friendly one, go for plant waxes (but taking into account distance traveled, storage costs, growth and production ethics, etc.) Then pull on a pair of socks, keep them on overnight, and hopefully feet will be less dry in the morning.
- dry and flaky: check for eczema. Oil up overnight as previously.
- foot baths: soak in warm water (not too hot) and oil, and then oil after. Same for hands. Recommend olive oil: the shop-bought extra virgin cooking variety; our current one is from Crete and lives in a large Kermit-green can.
- optional: add smelly stuff. And drink a nice cup of fragrant tea of some sort (black, green, white, herbal) while soaking feet. Maybe reuse teabags as en eye-mask at the same time. That’s what I like to think of as high-level multi-tasking.
- old love, not used for many years, but saved my feet when I was an undergraduate student and worked as a waitress and library assistant and assorted other jobs that meant being on my feet for a long time: The Body Shop peppermint & pumice foot scrub, the peppermint foot and leg lotion, and the peppermint foot spray. Heaven. They were a Christmas gift set one year, and I think this might have been the only such set I ever repurchased.
2. ETC. Continue reading
to my MakeupAlley notepad: which is now updatable without crashing. Albeit, as is all too often the case, if you’re not using a Windows OS you can’t avail yourself of wysiwyg editors and you’re back with old-fashioned hand-scripting. Oh well. Does the job.
Revamped notepad now reflects what’s on here. Most of it shouldn’t need updating for a while. But–golly gosh–I first put together that MUA notepad five (yes, 5) years ago. My MUA-birthday was on the 24th; I admit to having lurked for 2004-07 on another account (which I deleted when I “went active”), with which all I did was read reviews and board discussion, as a passive MUAer. But five years is an eternity in internet terms. Even more chilling, for anyone scared of aging: I built my first website and made my first Wikipedia edits ten years ago, first blogging shortly after, and first online chat (gulp) twenty years ago.
Makes you think. Encroaching old age. Senescence and senility, or wisdom and venerability? Me, I’m looking forward to Second Childhood. And to all my colouring changing, which will mean being able to wear all sorts of ginger-inappropriate things with impunity:
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. Continue reading
See for example this recent exchange on the MUA Green Board (a little over a week ago): Continue reading