Extreme Makeover Palin Edition

What is it about Sara Palin that bugs me? I ask myself this at least once a day. I can’t really put my finger on it. It’s not because she’s a Republican. It’s not my party of choice, but I am proud of a woman in her position, no matter the party. It’s not her age. The fact that she’s but a few years older than I am, is a plus. I mean she must have had a lot of the same experiences as I have, seen the Love Boat, had big hair in the Eighties, part of the first generation with MTV. She’s a mom, with three more kids than me. So she can obviously handle almost anything. But, she makes me nervous. She reminds me of an advertising salesperson, with a really good pitch, and working on commission. Deep down you know it’s not the right product. You can’t afford it. You know that down the road you’ll wish you hadn’t committed. And you go in saying that you won’t buy it this time. This time you’ll remember how long it took to pay that bill. But it sounds like just what you’ve been looking for. And suddenly, it seems like the right thing to do. Nevermind, the last two pitches, by a salesperson of the same company. Seemed like a good idea at the time. But you gotta vote for the person who tells you what you want to hear. Isn’t that the American way? We don’t want the truth, it seems, we want the same product in a different wrapper. That’s why they change paint color names every so often. It’s exactly the same color, with a new name. Same formula, same shade, different name. It’s the same with fingernail polish and lipstick. This year’s, “Frosted Cherry” is last year’s “Strawberry Frost”. But, I’m here to tell you, a different wrapper will not change the fact that you can’t wear pink. I own three brand new blue eyeshadows. Three bouts of spontaneous amnesia. Each time, I hoped this would be the perfect hue. But, no matter how pretty it looks in the package;  glittery, minerally powder with a little brush, it’s never works. There it sits, in the back of the makeup drawer, staring up at me, it’s cobalt shimmer unapologetically clashing with all the earth tones that crowd it. Each time, my eye is drawn to that tile of pretty blue, I avert my eyes. Thank goodness I don’t have to wear it everyday for the next four years.