Fine, harem pants are comfortable, camel toe is gaining popularity (Helloooooo Megan Fox), skinny jeans for fat cows are somehow acceptable, but what in God's name is up with fluorescent lipstick?
Seriously?
Think about it - you're sitting down, enjoying a cuppa, people-watching, and enjoying overhearing snippets of loud conversations taken out of context. Then, it approaches you. Lips so bright that a hippie on LSD would consider an eyesore.

Yet there's something so intriguing about trying understand the psyche of someone being slathered in department-store bought ostentation.
Okay that was a lie.
![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=9874980f-65f1-4cf7-aab9-52d8ccd2df5b)
![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=10f8e6b7-e189-4258-9c08-f2d7ac8acbdd)



