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The Shape of Your Lipstick

They say the eyes are a window into the soul. They say you can tell a gentleman by the way he treats women. They say you are what you eat. And they say you can tell the nature of a woman by the shape of her lipstick.

A Mary Kay sales manager did a "study" on women and their lipsticks, and she assembled her theory of how the two are connected. Here is what she determined:

1. Your lipstick remains to be of its initial shape.
  • You always follow the rules
  • You are consistent
  • You don�t like to be the focus of everybody�s attention
  • You are shy
  • You are self-restrained
  • You are disciplined
  • You can make up your mind to dye your hair only at a pinch
2. Your lipstick is of a rounded shape.
  • You are sociable
  • You are friendly
  • You are composed
  • You are a woman of principle
  • You are attractive
3. Your lipstick is of acute shape (angle of 45 degree).
  • You are self-confident
  • You are hot-tempered
  • You don�t like restrictions
  • You carefully choose friends
  • You are open-minded
  • You like being the focus of attention
4. Your lipstick is of acute, but smooth shape.
  • You are a person of creative intelligence
  • You are of an amorous disposition
  • You are active
  • You are sociable
  • You are susceptible
  • You are always ready to come to rescue
  • You need to be more orderly
5. Your lipstick is of a rounded shape with the pointed top.
  • You are attractive
  • You devote yourself to your family
  • You are a woman of your word
  • You are a leader
  • You are stay-at-home
  • You are prone to exaggerate
  • You are opinionated
  • You are sociable
6. Your lipstick has a flat top.
  • You are scrupulous
  • You are a woman of high moral standards
  • You need everybody�s approval
  • You take care of yourself
  • You are trustworthy
  • You are a pussyfoot
  • You easily take decisions
  • You like to defy your destiny
7. Your lipstick has a concave top
  • You can be a good detective
  • You are quick
  • You are brave and enterprising
  • You are a researcher by nature
  • You have a complicated character
8. Your lipstick has a sharp-pointed top
  • You are full of inspiration
  • You are curious
  • You like to be the focus of attention
  • You are mysterious
  • You are an egoist
  • You are faithful
  • You are skillful
  • You love life

I find it slightly disturbing that someone would put together such a list and give it credence. But even more disturbing is that I actually looked at my lipstick to see if it matches my nature. I don't wear lipstick that often, and what I wear is a very subtle shade, so subtle, in fact, that I can put it on without a mirror and not look like Bette Davis in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane. It is so subtle, in fact, that I can put it on the car, which I do often. That might explain why my lipstick is acute but smooth and a bit off kilter. It looks like I have been applying it to a stroke victim whose mouth droops to one side. It looks like I am a kid playing with my mother's cosmetics when she isn't looking, and I have no idea what to do with the stuff.

It looks like I might fit into the category of No. 4, but I am not sure what I am susceptible to. Besides bronchial infections, maybe it's a car accident caused by my applying makeup while driving.

Comments

dive said…
Back when I was dating Ming the Menstrual, her lipstick was usually left without the lid in the bottom of her handbag and consequently covered in bits of fluff and grit and inidentifiable detrirus.

Remind me not to let you drive me anywhere.
I just looked at my chapstick since I gave up the lipstick for the time being and I guess I am a # 6 who would have known?

Do you look in the rearview mirror and have a cell phone in the other hand while applying your lipstick Robyn?
Scout said…
Rich, my new car is Bluetooth, so I don't have to hold my phone to chitchat. And I don't bother with the mirror until after I have finished, just to make sure I didn't smudge.

Dive, I hate when the cap comes off while the thing is in my purse, don't you? All those old mints and loose change.
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Scout said…
HA, anonymous! "We also need psychological counseling to reach each consultant who has become indoctrinated into “the Mary Kay way” in hopes of returning their integrity to them and restoring their self esteem." Very good.
Sassy Sundry said…
I'm three and eight. Scary.
Gina said…
My lipsticks are number 3, but my chapstick is number 6, so go figure!
Terroni said…
My chapstick is #6. Sucks...I always wanted to be a good detective.
Miz Minka said…
I use fancy-schmancy lip gloss, or Carmex in the little jar, so my current personality shall remain a mystery... ;) (But I used to be a combination of 3 & 7.)
I once met a woman who drove one of those pink Caddys that mary Kay provides their best sellers. That was a ride I will never forget whew!!
Anonymous said…
Firstly, Ming the menstrual? trying really hard to picture that.

Lipstick, i actually had to think how to classify what i have done to my lipstick. They don't have a catagory for "child used lipstick to draw pretty pictures on the door" shaping, apart from that I'm a 3. definate 45 degree angles here.
dive said…
Like Ming the Merciless only much, much nastier, Kate.
For some stupid reason I suffered sixteen years of mental and physical abuse from a woman who suffered permanent PMT.
It's been over for more than a dozen years but I still flinch at sudden movements … Brrrr.

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