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Progres, Savon
Fraichette, Savon Creme Exfoliante, and Effacil; Sebastian contributed Hi
Contrast Gel, Sheen, and Cello-Shampoo; but Chanel had hit the jackpot: Lotion
No. 1, Creme No. 1, Fluide No. 1, Creme Exfoliante, Lift Serum Correction
Complex, Lotion Vivifiante, Demaquillant Fluide, Huile Pour Le Bain, Poudre
Apres Bain De Luxe, Creme Pour Le Corps No. 5, and of course, the indispensable
Mask Lumiere. Something called Summer's Eve Feminine Wash—"the intimate
cleanser"—sat on the edge of the tub. The drawers were filled with
different shades of eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick, and make-up.
Kara never ceased to be amazed at
the gullibility of her sex. It seemed to know no bounds. Even the monstrously
cynical and endlessly voracious cosmetics industry, despite decades of
unrelenting effort, had yet to find its limits. This collection was proof.
She had long lived with a smoldering
anger toward the cosmetics industry for its alluring hype and empty promises of
eternal youth and beauty. She had even sold a few articles on the subject—all
to feminist magazines, of course. Magazines with no cosmetics advertisers to
lose. She had wondered as she was writing them why she bothered. She was, after
all, preaching to the converted. But the articles weren't totally useless: they
kept her name in print, kept a little cash flowing through her checking
account, and gave her credibility as a writer when she'd approached the book
publishers. And her articles had been somewhat unique in that her venom hadn't
been directed solely at the cosmetics industry. She'd also taken the modern
woman to task for allowing herself to be so continually duped.
She was chagrined to see the extent
to which her twin had bought into the Big Lie. And bought was the word! This junk must have cost a small fortune!
Kara guessed it was a barometer of
how well skilled nurses were being paid these days.
So. There was evidence that Kelly
had been moisturizing herself into Nirvana, but nowhere could Kara find a trace
of illegal drugs or their paraphernalia—no joints, no unlabeled capsules, no
powder-smeared mirrors, no coke spoons, no rolled-up bills, not even a razor
blade.
She had ransacked the bedroom,
pulled the living room furniture apart, gone through all the cereal boxes and
flour canisters in the kitchen.
Nothing.
The closets were racked with Kelly's
nurse's uniforms and an array of trendy outfits, some mildly sexy, but nothing
blatantly provocative.
She found a couple of well-used but
unlabeled videotapes under the tv. She bit her lip, wondered what was on them.
Porn? Maybe even Kelly doing… things?
Kara glanced at Jill. She was
watching The Price is Right .
"Jill?" she said. "Can I use the TV for a couple of
minutes?"
"Sure. This is boring. Besides,
it exploits women."
Kara had begun raising Jill's
consciousness at an early age. Occasionally she wondered if she'd started Jill
too young, or perhaps done too good a job. Sometimes Jill was too aware.
" The Price is Right ?" Kara said, glancing at the screen where
an overweight matron was jumping up and down and clapping her hands. "Do
you really think so?"
"It makes all these ladies look
dumb. Isn't that exploiting women?"
"Not really. Those ladies are
making themselves look dumb. I think The
Price Is Right exploits materialism more than anything else."
"What's materialism?"
Kara had a sudden inspiration as to
how to get Jill away from the TV set for a few minutes.
"There's a dictionary over
there. Why don't
Fraichette, Savon Creme Exfoliante, and Effacil; Sebastian contributed Hi
Contrast Gel, Sheen, and Cello-Shampoo; but Chanel had hit the jackpot: Lotion
No. 1, Creme No. 1, Fluide No. 1, Creme Exfoliante, Lift Serum Correction
Complex, Lotion Vivifiante, Demaquillant Fluide, Huile Pour Le Bain, Poudre
Apres Bain De Luxe, Creme Pour Le Corps No. 5, and of course, the indispensable
Mask Lumiere. Something called Summer's Eve Feminine Wash—"the intimate
cleanser"—sat on the edge of the tub. The drawers were filled with
different shades of eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick, and make-up.
Kara never ceased to be amazed at
the gullibility of her sex. It seemed to know no bounds. Even the monstrously
cynical and endlessly voracious cosmetics industry, despite decades of
unrelenting effort, had yet to find its limits. This collection was proof.
She had long lived with a smoldering
anger toward the cosmetics industry for its alluring hype and empty promises of
eternal youth and beauty. She had even sold a few articles on the subject—all
to feminist magazines, of course. Magazines with no cosmetics advertisers to
lose. She had wondered as she was writing them why she bothered. She was, after
all, preaching to the converted. But the articles weren't totally useless: they
kept her name in print, kept a little cash flowing through her checking
account, and gave her credibility as a writer when she'd approached the book
publishers. And her articles had been somewhat unique in that her venom hadn't
been directed solely at the cosmetics industry. She'd also taken the modern
woman to task for allowing herself to be so continually duped.
She was chagrined to see the extent
to which her twin had bought into the Big Lie. And bought was the word! This junk must have cost a small fortune!
Kara guessed it was a barometer of
how well skilled nurses were being paid these days.
So. There was evidence that Kelly
had been moisturizing herself into Nirvana, but nowhere could Kara find a trace
of illegal drugs or their paraphernalia—no joints, no unlabeled capsules, no
powder-smeared mirrors, no coke spoons, no rolled-up bills, not even a razor
blade.
She had ransacked the bedroom,
pulled the living room furniture apart, gone through all the cereal boxes and
flour canisters in the kitchen.
Nothing.
The closets were racked with Kelly's
nurse's uniforms and an array of trendy outfits, some mildly sexy, but nothing
blatantly provocative.
She found a couple of well-used but
unlabeled videotapes under the tv. She bit her lip, wondered what was on them.
Porn? Maybe even Kelly doing… things?
Kara glanced at Jill. She was
watching The Price is Right .
"Jill?" she said. "Can I use the TV for a couple of
minutes?"
"Sure. This is boring. Besides,
it exploits women."
Kara had begun raising Jill's
consciousness at an early age. Occasionally she wondered if she'd started Jill
too young, or perhaps done too good a job. Sometimes Jill was too aware.
" The Price is Right ?" Kara said, glancing at the screen where
an overweight matron was jumping up and down and clapping her hands. "Do
you really think so?"
"It makes all these ladies look
dumb. Isn't that exploiting women?"
"Not really. Those ladies are
making themselves look dumb. I think The
Price Is Right exploits materialism more than anything else."
"What's materialism?"
Kara had a sudden inspiration as to
how to get Jill away from the TV set for a few minutes.
"There's a dictionary over
there. Why don't
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