Lipstick Poem by anais vionet

l got this glittery, ruby-red, smudge-proof lipstick the other day
and I really have to say technology is what separates us from the apes.

Well, technology and hair.. and.. - ok, let's not dwell on the ape thing.

Remember when lipstick smeared like news-print? Well, neither do I - it was one of those old-timey things you hear about somewhere like phone-booths, CDs and smart republicans.

What about the young teenage girls who aren't supposed to wear lipstick - who put it on, in the morning, at their locker, at school only to discover - seconds before their mom picks them up - that it's practically non-removable? Try hiding your lips from your mom.

I want breath-freshening, pizza flavored, jerk-repelling, morning-after-pill lipstick - that glitters, irrisistably, like cotton candy sex.

*snort* If men wore lipstick I'm sure we'd have all that by now.