Not sure if I've already announced that I don't give a shit about it. Yes, I work in it, but that doesn't mean much. I can't stand my customers and there image obsessed personalities, but I've grown used to the irritation. However I've come across a new irritation today. Concealer. Racist concealer.
We don't have a single shade of concealer made for the skin of dark women. Not even a dark tan. I felt horrible to declare to a customer that we do not have anything to match her complexion. It made me angry. It made me try hard to think if I've ever seen any dark brown form of foundation anywhere. I haven't, at least not as dark as the skin colors that do exist out there. I wanted to tell the girl that she had beautiful skin and didn't need any concealer anyways.
Damn white majorities. Also note, we don't sell shit for hair extensions for redheads.
It doesn't help that I am currently very upset with a friend that I am planning to end a relationship with on the basis of his shallowness. Yes, I've always known he was shallow, but when the color of a person's skin dictates whether he will sleep with or date them is where I draw the line. It's one thing to typically be attracted or not attracted to certain types of people. But a whole other thing to let the uncontrolled aspect of one's phenotype to make decisions for you and to be creeped out by it. I can't let that pass. No, I will not. As an anthropology major I am focused on the fact that race is cultural not biological. The color of one's skin is merely an adaption to one's environment. I want to scream just thinking about this...
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