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So I went with gwotrawk to the Polaris Mall because she got a $50 gift certificate to Sephora, a really really really expensive make up place. So we’re both figuring she’d be in and out in a few moments after she picked out some lipstick.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…. Anyway.. The rest of the story here:
Here’s a shot of the store from the outside, with Gwotrawk's face accurately depicting her demeanor inside.
And here’s the kiosks in the store:
Each of those kiosks (rows) inside are different manufactures, and each contain every type of make up (foundation, lipstick, eye shadow, etc) that manufacture makes.
In other words, this is not a place for linear thinking guys. If you want lipstick, it should all be together in one place, like table saws at sears, or muffler pipes at AutoZone.
But no, they are on each and every kiosk in the place. So if you want particular color, you have to walk to each one to see if it has a color you like, and check all the others to make sure you are getting the best matching color for what you want. This is fine if you are a girl, of course, and thank GOD I am not given this fluorescent lit “we’re so vogue’, organizational standard.
So I figure Gwotrawk would have this nailed down. Wrong. I guess she is not lying when she says she is not a girl.
If anything, that made this more enjoyable. Watching her go form kiosk to kiosk, with a flustered look on her face, painting a lipstick on the back of her hand to see the color, wild eyes looking around and saying “What the fuck.. I have no idea how to do this”. After being stalked by a floor walking worker, likely thinking we were there to shoplift, and then finally approaching to see if we needed help.
An aside about shoplifting.. this place is a shoplifters haven… because of the fucking prices on the tiniest fucking sample sized parcels of make-up. All in mass amounts, sitting on row upon row of each kiosk. We’re talking a half ounce bottle of some beige colored stuff… $15. A nickel sized palette of powder? $25. Holy fuck. I am SO glad I’m not a girl. I wish I was a shoplifter though. I'd have had a felony amount of "Marie Antoinette Blue" in my pockets in 3 seconds if I wanted.
Anyway, so there’s Gwotrawk, flustered, trying to tell the woman what she wants. More oddly, I knew what Gwotrawk was saying, and clearly knew what she wanted, but it must have been guy speak, because the floor walker stared at her with confusion. I think I tried to say something, but was ignored by the floor walker because, well, I’m a guy.
So, the floor walker wasn’t much help, even though she tried, as Gwotrawk was getting more and more flustered, now moving to other items to try to become interested in, so she could spend the $50 gift certificate. At many points, I was watching her try on different make up stuffs, from close range, and realized she was very uncomfortable already (I don’t know how to do this!” she said again, referring to the process of selecting appropriate items to go with her skin tone). I decided to quit watching her, but that lasted about 2 seconds as I turned around and saw there was absolutely nothing a guy could get interested in anywhere else in the store. They should have a TV on somewhere tuned into ESPN or have a PS2 connected up, or SOMEthing for guys to do in that store. I did get a bit interested in the “Sephopoly” game, just like monopoly, but make up icons for game pieces (small metal container of lipstick, small metal make-up brush, small metal makeup bag). The properties were different too, sporting “Make Up Technician” and “Store Director” in place of the rail roads. Interestingly, “The Electric Company” and “Water Works” were the same. ??? So, that held my interest for about 38 seconds, then I was back to watching Gwotrawk. I saw a look in her eyes I hadn’t seen before… pure uncertainty, confusion, restrained aggravation. “I have no fucking idea what I am doing” she says again.
This went on for a full hour, maybe a bit more. It wasn’t that it was difficult to spend $50 here, it was that she didn’t want to waste it one something she wouldn’t use. So after a grueling selection process, she finally totaled up $60 worth of items. Get ready for this. Here’s a pic of $60 worth of make up from Sephora:
And she got this cute little baggie to put I all in:
So all in all, it was a fun experience to see a girl who is not a girl make her way through a ridiculously pompous and expensive make up shop. And I got to see Gwotrawk all vulnerable and stuff. :)
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…. Anyway.. The rest of the story here:
Here’s a shot of the store from the outside, with Gwotrawk's face accurately depicting her demeanor inside.
And here’s the kiosks in the store:
Each of those kiosks (rows) inside are different manufactures, and each contain every type of make up (foundation, lipstick, eye shadow, etc) that manufacture makes.
In other words, this is not a place for linear thinking guys. If you want lipstick, it should all be together in one place, like table saws at sears, or muffler pipes at AutoZone.
But no, they are on each and every kiosk in the place. So if you want particular color, you have to walk to each one to see if it has a color you like, and check all the others to make sure you are getting the best matching color for what you want. This is fine if you are a girl, of course, and thank GOD I am not given this fluorescent lit “we’re so vogue’, organizational standard.
So I figure Gwotrawk would have this nailed down. Wrong. I guess she is not lying when she says she is not a girl.
If anything, that made this more enjoyable. Watching her go form kiosk to kiosk, with a flustered look on her face, painting a lipstick on the back of her hand to see the color, wild eyes looking around and saying “What the fuck.. I have no idea how to do this”. After being stalked by a floor walking worker, likely thinking we were there to shoplift, and then finally approaching to see if we needed help.
An aside about shoplifting.. this place is a shoplifters haven… because of the fucking prices on the tiniest fucking sample sized parcels of make-up. All in mass amounts, sitting on row upon row of each kiosk. We’re talking a half ounce bottle of some beige colored stuff… $15. A nickel sized palette of powder? $25. Holy fuck. I am SO glad I’m not a girl. I wish I was a shoplifter though. I'd have had a felony amount of "Marie Antoinette Blue" in my pockets in 3 seconds if I wanted.
Anyway, so there’s Gwotrawk, flustered, trying to tell the woman what she wants. More oddly, I knew what Gwotrawk was saying, and clearly knew what she wanted, but it must have been guy speak, because the floor walker stared at her with confusion. I think I tried to say something, but was ignored by the floor walker because, well, I’m a guy.
So, the floor walker wasn’t much help, even though she tried, as Gwotrawk was getting more and more flustered, now moving to other items to try to become interested in, so she could spend the $50 gift certificate. At many points, I was watching her try on different make up stuffs, from close range, and realized she was very uncomfortable already (I don’t know how to do this!” she said again, referring to the process of selecting appropriate items to go with her skin tone). I decided to quit watching her, but that lasted about 2 seconds as I turned around and saw there was absolutely nothing a guy could get interested in anywhere else in the store. They should have a TV on somewhere tuned into ESPN or have a PS2 connected up, or SOMEthing for guys to do in that store. I did get a bit interested in the “Sephopoly” game, just like monopoly, but make up icons for game pieces (small metal container of lipstick, small metal make-up brush, small metal makeup bag). The properties were different too, sporting “Make Up Technician” and “Store Director” in place of the rail roads. Interestingly, “The Electric Company” and “Water Works” were the same. ??? So, that held my interest for about 38 seconds, then I was back to watching Gwotrawk. I saw a look in her eyes I hadn’t seen before… pure uncertainty, confusion, restrained aggravation. “I have no fucking idea what I am doing” she says again.
This went on for a full hour, maybe a bit more. It wasn’t that it was difficult to spend $50 here, it was that she didn’t want to waste it one something she wouldn’t use. So after a grueling selection process, she finally totaled up $60 worth of items. Get ready for this. Here’s a pic of $60 worth of make up from Sephora:
And she got this cute little baggie to put I all in:
So all in all, it was a fun experience to see a girl who is not a girl make her way through a ridiculously pompous and expensive make up shop. And I got to see Gwotrawk all vulnerable and stuff. :)