Today, deadline day (again!) was filled with sooo much girly banter you would think we were working in a house of ill repute or sorority row. I don’t know what it was but all we talked about was clothes, dieting, hair, the splendors of cute boys, Real Housewives of New York, cheerleader reality TV and any other topics that might interest a 12-year-old girl. Probaby because we only had about five minutes conversation time the whole day, so when we were allowed to gab, we had to get in the smuttiest of girl smut.
First Ali mentioned that she had read about some girls who were such crazed dieters that they would only eat naked in front of a mirror. Hmmm…insane. Then we talked about what we were going to wear tomorrow with the vigour of folks who had just discovered the Rosetta Stone. This was a particularly interesting topic because we will be in a car for two hours for our fashion shoot and that just changes the entire game plan. Comfortable yet professional pants? A dress? Let’s discuss. And to top of all the babble, I applied a 100 layers of makeup to my face at my desk to do something other than copy edit for half a day straight. If you’re going to put your pedal to the editing metal, you might as well look nice!
At work, I am rather fortunately in charge of all beauty products that come our way. And being a luxury magazine, we get some pretty good stuff. So why not sample it all at my desk. I stopped myself at the at home sugar and denim waxing kit I was sent last week. Denim? Really? Like I want to rip off my armpit hair with leftover strips of overall. Ah, the joyous wonders of being a g.i.r.l.