Today I’d nipped out of the office to grab a sarnie (sorry: sandwich) and while I was out and about, I dropped into Boots. Well, they do do nice meal deals and there’s the make-up section. Food and fabness, what’s not to like? 🙂
So as I pottered about basket in hand I wandered through the shiny packages of nail varnishes and lippys available. One thing that struck me about the promotional posters though, was this: the amount of BS beauty product adverts seem to contain.
Is that a bit harsh? Let me explain. What I mean is, if you watch an advert for… say… mascara, the small print will zip along the bottom saying something along the lines of enhanced post production or filmed with lash inserts. Okay, so when I come to try that fabuloso-in-a-tube, I’m not going to be batting a thousand, more like a half baked baker’s dozen?
Riiiight. So while I’m not naive enough to believe what I see in an advert, I would kinda like the product to have some standing in reality. I mean, how long before we see an advert of a flying car (“Announcing the new Ford Areo!”) only to see the small print of real car only travels on roads and does not actually fly. 🙂
Oh well, I guess you can’t have it all? I suppose the other option would be to ask if we can have access to the same software the ad companies use? Never a dull day in ad-land!
Yesterday, the BBC ran a TV programme called Dress to Impress (more here). I must say a quick note of thanks to Alex for spotting this wee gem in the schedules. It’s part of the Beeb’s Moving On series of plays, or drama, if you prefer. I watched it ‘cos it features a trans character. Why? Partly to see how the programme deals with it and also because I am a trans (part-time, yes, but still trans).
The actors & crew did a great job. Jack McMullen did well as the young lad of the piece. There’s a bit at the start where his character, Daniel, takes a keen interest in the times when his parents will be back. God, that struck home and brought back a flood of lost memories….
The clunk of the front door as it shuts. A nosey through the blinds upstairs as the car pulls out of the drive. You pull open the cupboard and reach for the items you keep stashed. A grasp at momentary freedom: a few hours to be yourself. Perhaps, more accurately, to not be your everyday self, but the person you long to be….
That was so long ago – 20 years? – yet in my mind’s eye I can see it all. It was the 80s too. Dotty blouses and killer heels. No wonder I can’t watch Ashes to Ashes 🙂
Maybe that’s the power of good drama: to leave us affected by what went on. Maybe Joe Public will be looking at the relationship between the husband and wife. But, for a small chunk of us, our t-dar will be pinging as Daniel studies women’s fashions. You know he’s going to come out, so I’m not spoiling anything here. Just how it happens, maybe I’m soft, but it did wrench my heart.
I’ll leave you to watch it on iPlayer and make up your own minds.
[ Today’s lyric: Don’t Believe the Hype by Public Enemy. ]