The Pretty Price Check: Your Friday roundup of how much we paid for beauty this week.
This just in from Zach Galifianakis’ Swimsuit Calendar shoot for Vanity Fair. Yet another tired riff on the fat-guy-in-a-little-coat schtick, or step in the right direction for a magazine with an unfortunate tendency to undress only beautiful (and sometimes awfully young) women and let their male subjects remain clothed? (Thank you Jezebel for pointing that out.) I can’t decide.
Marching right along:
- 365: The number of manicures that this Daily Nail blogger completed in the past 365 days. And we’re talking some mad nail art here. Check out The Beatles, Argyle Style, and Swirled. Just for starters.
- 83 percent of consumers believe biodegradable product packaging will decompose even if it ends up in a landfill. This is false. So the Federal Trade Commission is updating its guidelines to clarify that “unqualified degradable claims are deceptive for products or packages destined for landfills, incinerators, or recycling facilities.” Beauty products looove to claim their packaging is biodegradable (it so nicely distracts you from thinking about what’s inside!), but if you can’t put it in your compost bin, don’t bother. Or at least, know that you’re being greenwashed before you buy. (Cosmetics Design)
- 40G: The bra size of the leopard print-loving prostitute (who opts to wear a 38DD for “more cleavage”) in “My Life as Bra Fitter,” over on Salon. I’ve long felt this whole “American women don’t know their own bra size” business is a big ole bra industry myth; this writer has a pretty interesting take on it.
And now, let’s end the week with a smile. Here is the most delightful video from Sesame Street (via Jezebel) in which a brown muppet girl sings about how she loves her hair (natural, braided, in an Afro, you name it):
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And I just love everything about that.
I love Sesame Street! That video is great 😀
My bra size seems to be an ever-changing mystery. Once at Victoria’s Secret two attendants actually argued over the size and each kept bringing me *their* choice for which size I was. Neither of which fit me particularly well, I might add.
I realize that your size is supposed to change, but I think that most attendants just aren’t that well trained. I’ve been fitted at department stores, specialty stores, boutiques, you name it. But the bras I get from Target (figured out the size by trial and error) still fit me the best.
I love my hair too