May 23rd, 2007 at 5:24 pm by Zacque
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If women like to be beautiful and men like women to be beautiful, then  why in the world is vanity so expensive?  If everyone wants to appear elegant, good-looking and lets not forget… fashionable, why do we as a culture have to dish out so much of our hard earned cash, effort and time? 

Do we do it for a lack of entertainment?  That can’t be it since we live in a world of cable television, high-speed internet access and Macintosh computers.

Just a few days ago I was in store especially devoted to vanity with my lady friend and the total at the register came to over $100.00.  For Pete’s sake, there are starving children worldwide. Why in the heck does it cost so much to have mud and plants to cover yourself in?

We may never know, but at least I will stand against this price gouging. I vow personally not to wear any makeup, not buy a pair of pants that cost over $30.00, nor purchase a cell phone, which costs over $40.00 with the service plan. 

Now if I just do this and walk into a crowd of people, they may look at me and think “he’s freakin’ crazy.”  If two people do this and walk into a crowd of people they may think “they’re damn dirty hippies.”  But if three people, three people do it, then they’ll know it’s a movement. 

That’s what it is friends: the Zacque-a-roo Anti-Vanity Movement.  One more time, yah know, there’s over a hundred thousand of you out there.  I mean you gotta sing loud if you wanna stop war and stuff… 


4 Responses to “Vanity?”

  1. Spike Says:

    Damn dirty hippy.

  2. Diva Says:

    You know, considering I am deemed Diva, I am not a vain individual.
    I’m jumpin on your bandwagon, baby!

    I’m the only person I know who will get a call at 8:53 telling me to get my
    butt up and get down to CatScratch Janes… and I jump up and go.
    Now, I may bitch about my hair not being just right. And I may bitch about
    not having my make-up all did up sexy like. And I may bitch cuz I’m already in my jammies, sitting in bed watching $40-A-Day with Rachael Ray.

    But, my lack of vanity allows my pals to see me anyway.

    I’ll jump up off the bed, hunt my lovely flip-flops, run my fingers through my hair enough to make it stand back up and out the door I go, jammies and all.

    Why not? I’m there to see my pals. I don’t give a rats ass what anybody else at Cat Scratch Jane’s thinks. I’m not there to pick me up a scary, redneck, biker boy. Nooooo.

    😀 Go Diva. Go Diva. Go, go, go Diva.

  3. Mark Says:

    I have no vanity. I keep knocking stuff off the side of the sink.

  4. Diva Says: