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Benjamin Franklin may have been right when he said that there were only two certainties in life- death and taxes- but Benjamin Franklin wasn’t a woman. If you identify as female, then chances are you’ve worn makeup at some point in your life, whether it be a simple smattering of lipstick, or the full face. However, if you’re a man, it’s more likely that you haven’t spent a dime on a makeup product, let alone even touched one. I think you can see where I’m going with this.

Makeup is a reality of life for women in many countries across the world, so much so that it’s weirder when a woman chooses not to wear makeup than it is for a woman to choose to spend an hour or more putting it on every morning. A recenty survey done by TODAY and AOL revealed that women spend an average of 55 minutes getting ready every day, which adds up to a whopping two weeks (!) of time every year! While there are plenty of other things that go into getting ready, it seems logical to assume a good chunk of that time is spent crafting that perfectly made up face that society has come to expect from us.

And it’s not just time that makeup demands- it’s money, too. A lot of it. A survey conducted by online makeup retailer SkinStore revealed that the average woman will spend $300,000 on makeup in her lifetime. That’s a hefty chunk of change, an amount that my entry-level-salaried mind can’t really comprehend. It keeps getting more expensive with time, too, as the makeup industry explodes and every celebrity and influencer with even an ounce of relevance throws their hat in the ring with their own makeup lines. It’s instant money, because makeup is seen as something women need.

While most women don’t bat their mascara-ed eyelashes at these staggering figures, I find it insane. These are commitments of time and money that are just not expected of men, and there isn’t really anything equivalent to it that men are asked to do that women aren’t. And it seems like we’re just okay with it, because that’s the way that society has conditioned us to be.

The default woman in the media is one wearing makeup. Some celebrity gossip magazines find it newsworthy when a celebrity is photographed without makeup. While there are no legal consequences for choosing to not wear makeup, the choice to go bare-faced can carry social consequences that can have lasting effects in a woman’s life, including with her career. All because there is the preconceived notion that a woman that has her life together is one that wakes up and puts makeup on every morning- a notion that can cause people to react negatively, consciously or subconsciously, to the site of a woman without makeup.

While our culture has made great strides in the fight for gender equality, I still find myself shocked by just how regressive some aspects of our society can be. It was in one of my business classes that I first realized the extent of how deep some sexist ideas are really rooted, when the professor was going into proper interview attire for men and women. While the men’s list included all of the things you might expect- button-up shirt, slacks, tie, dress shoes, well-kept hair, etc.- the women’s list had an additional requirement: Lipstick. It irked me, and I had to keep myself from scoffing out loud, but I chalked it up to the professor being an old man that might have been behind on the times. That was, until I took another business class that listed the same thing, but went even further, explaining it was needed to give the impression that you really cared about your appearance. I can’t make this stuff up, folks. And to make matters worse, this class was taught by a woman. I was mad.

While my anger only went as far as complaining to my friends about it, it stuck with me, which is why I’m writing this now. I don’t want to be judged by the artificial color of my lips, or whether or not my eyelashes stand out. I don’t want people to ask me if I’m tired or sick if I’m not wearing a fake face. I don’t want to be seen as sloppy just because I didn’t spend painstaking amounts of time making myself pretty in ways that men don’t have to, to achieve the same respect. I want to be judged for my knowledge, my work, my personality, my skills, the content of my character.

It just seems unfair to have to fight against those frivolous expectations. And even though I no longer feel pressured by society at large to wear makeup regularly (something that took years to be truly comfortable with), it still bugs me to know that to some, I am classified as “That Girl That Doesn’t Wear Makeup.” Some women may find joy and “empowerment” in wearing makeup, but a great many just feel an obligation. Until there is no longer that insane amount of pressure that caused me to beg my mom to buy me makeup in middle school so I could fit in, and that causes universities to feel the need to teach professional women that they must wear makeup to gain respect, then I can’t see it as anything but a sexist standard to be fought against.

If you follow fashion, and you haven’t heard of Tomo Koizumi at this point, then you’re a unicorn. The Japanese designer debuted his boisterously joyous, vibrant, ruffled organza gowns on the fashion industry’s biggest faces in his first runway show that took place in the Marc Jacobs store in New York during fashion week.

The dreamy, absolutely bogusly-huge dresses were a refreshing change to the normally consumer-focused, fairly serious nature of New York Fashion Week. I was instantly taken by the sheer youth and femininity of the collection, which oozed all of the charm and fantasies of the Kawaii aesthetic of his native country. Koizumi even cites the internationally beloved anime Sailor Moon as being an inspiration for his dresses, which are supposed to act as a sort of armor, or proof of the idea that a woman can be cute AND strong. It makes me wonder why we view powerful women like men, in bland suits and plain makeup. Why can’t a powerful woman wear a rainbow-hued, ruffled dress? These are questions that are yet to be answered.

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One of my favorite looks from the collection, this adorable, ruffled gown looks like a traditional Japanese kimono from an alternate reality where everything is whimsical and kawaii. (Photo: Vogue)

But the real topic this show truly brought to mind for me, is the pressure of the debut. While Koizumi had already found some success with his ruffled creations in the kawaii-centric Japan dressing celebrities and pop stars in his signature sugary, architectural designs, he was by no means well-known worldwide- until he caught the attention of famous stylist Katie Grand, who had all of the connections in the fashion world needed to put on such an incredible show. His first show was a tremendous success, launching him to fashion stardom instantly. This vision of the debut just strikes me as unfair, and definitely outside of reality.

I’m not trying to disparage Koizumi or his work- I think it’s all gorgeous and deserves recognition for how unique and playful it is (my favorite piece was one that resembled a ruffle-fied traditional kimono) and I’m glad he was given this stage, so that I could be inspired by his work. I just think that it more cements the idea that the debut, whether it be a fashion show, an acting role, a novel, an academic paper, or any other kind of work, has to be some kind of earth-shaking event that causes the world to see you. And if your debut isn’t like that, then maybe you’re not as good at something as you thought. The fear of the debut flop might even cause some people to not try in the first place.

To put this in a more personal light, I am someone who grew up being told they were “gifted” (ugh) all the time, so I thought that I could be naturally good at anything I set my mind to, and that just simply isn’t true. This ingrained belief causes me to give up on things immediately if I’m not automatically good at them, making it so I never really step outside of my comfort zone and try new things. To put it simply, I am limited by a fear of failure and ridicule, one that continually causes me not to put my work out there. The reality is, most people will not have a spectacular debut, because it is your debut. Firsts are never perfect, and should only serve as a jumping off point to improve your craft and keep trying. If you keep at it, someday the world will take notice. I just wish I could practice what I preach!

Check out some of my favorite looks from the show below:

Cover photo from WWD.com, all other photos from Vogue.com

Before writing this I sat, letting the cursor blink forever before finally forming any words, because I’m not even sure how to start this article. The irony isn’t lost on me, trust me!

Writer’s block is a common phenomenon that has probably plagued anyone that has ever tried to write anything in their lives. It’s when the words stop flowing, and it seems like you’ve completely run out of anything to say. It’s when the thought of that blinking cursor on that blank screen just makes you want to roll over and not even face that insurmountable wall of not-words-yet. And it’s what I’ve been experiencing for probably a good month now.

If you’ve been keeping up with this website regularly, then you might have noticed that the number of articles I’ve been posting has significantly decreased in number. This is something I’m well aware of, and it makes me upset to think about how I’m having such a hard time keeping up with this hobby I’ve created for myself. At some point, I suppose, it stopped feeling like a hobby and felt more like an obligation. I HAVE to post something today! I better quickly draft up something I’m not even proud of and post, post, post. In some ways, I began to feel like the quantity of my posting was all that mattered, when that’s never why I started this project in the first place.

But why do the fun things we love start to feel like chores? Why does it get harder to start things, make plans, follow through? Why does it start to feel like life is just a play of going through the motions? I suppose it does when you’re not only experiencing writer’s block, but life block as well.

And this isn’t some confessional written to garner sympathy and praise for my bravery at admitting that my emotional health has not been A+ lately. We all experience these periods in life where we wish things felt better. And by no means is my life bad. No, there is nothing wrong with my life, there is just something moderately wrong with the way I’ve been perceiving it.

I suppose what I’m trying to say is that, it’s been hard for me to write articles for this site and get genuinely excited about the things that tend to excite me because lately it’s been hard for me to get excited about anything. And maybe admitting this to myself is the first step in trying to remedy the problem, and make it so fun things stop feeling like chores and become fun again. You have to keep hope that these phases are temporary, because they are! (I really promise that!)

Thanks for keeping up with The Young Eclectic. I promise there will be more to see soon!