The Scatterbrained Deist

I was talking to Nigel and doing a little reading around the all-knowing and all-powerful Internet (All Hail). And I remembered an idea that I had back when I was in high school. I loved magazines, but I never subscribed to any because there wasn't enough in any of them that I could truly relate to. So I came up with the idea of starting a magazine for black teen girls. My mom thought it was a good idea, but like every idea I come up with, I didn't follow through. I couldn't think of a good name. But as I was reading an article on things that guys don't understand about women and reading some of the things off to my husband, he commented on some stuff that he doesn't understand. We realized that the concerns that he had that were not on the list were related to black women. I thought that maybe I should start up a site where black people could read about sexual and relationship concerns that they could relate to. Then I remembered my old idea about a magazine for b

Ok, that might be a little harsh on myself. I do know I am beautiful (even if there are some things I'd like to change) and I have a sense of style (I just don't really have any actual style). So sometimes on our weekly constitutionals to Borders or Barnes and Noble, I'll grab a beauty or style manual and actually learn something! My makeup regimen (if you could call it that) consists of applying eyeliner and/or mascara every blue moon... and that's being generous. I don't even own any cream foundation. I do have a Bare Minerals kit that I bought years ago before I even met my husband and it's just a one-size-fits-all starter kit for the melanin-blessed. I have a pot of powder blush by Bare Minerals also and the only brushes I have are the two that came with that kit. I grab cheap eye shadow every now and then and never use it. It doesn't help that every time I put makeup on my husband gives me the "ugh, are you wearing makeup?" comment. I am ver