Random Esquire

I noticed a woman with very thin lips while on the train.  I briefly wondered if her lipstick lasted a really long time since she has such little lip surface area to cover.  Then I wondered why she bothered drawing attention to them with lipstick at all.

Then, as she pursed her lips together and they all-together disappeared, the *cough* rather rude analogy of rolling a girl in flour came to mind and I wondered if someone would have to dunk her head into some flour in order to know where to kiss her.

Which made me think of how I once sincerely expressed that there was nothing more sad than a fat girl getting her nails done.  Which, I think, I later revised to say that shoe shopping might be worse.  And that made me wonder why some larger women wear such tiny wrist watches that seem to pinch off their circulation?

This made me recall a conversation I had with Instigator in which I called Anjelica Huston a…handsome woman.  This is my way of saying that she is manly.  I tried to name other handsome women but only Bea Arthur came to mind – the original handsome woman.

And then I wondered if calling a woman handsome was basically being politely rude.  Making something bad seem okay.  Mutton dressed as lamb, if you will.  Polishing a turd. Lipstick on a pig.

And then I realized I’d come full circle, so to speak.