There was, and is, one panacea for all wrongs.
Back in the day, when one was crying, her friends were in charge of getting her to the Super Wal-mart. One would buy lip gloss–preferably Bonne Bell Lipsmackers. Sometimes the three-pack, if whatever it was, was really bad; but every breakup, every betrayal, any hurt whatsoever, however minor, however lame or pathetic, counted.
The rule was enacted when C. began crying in front of the lip gloss section at the Super Wal-Mart one day. Why doesn’t matter. A tradition was born.
Call us shallow, but a little lip gloss goes a long way. Continue reading