Well-Red

Remember the racist Women's Center Party? Well, they went with the red theme after all. Last night, Lacey, Andrew, Amelia, and I put lipstick on our face to protest or be offensive or something of that nature.

Despite our intention of raising a stink, no one called us on our war paint. No one stands up for the Native Americans, I tell ya.

Karma struck this morning, however, when I failed to remember to wash the lipstick off my face. I had forgotten to the previous night, and waking up this morning, not being the type to give myself a look over in the mirror, I proceeded to go to a morning meeting and lunch oblivious to my appearance. It's one thing to be purposely offensive to make a statement at an event. It's another entirely to continue wearing the paint the next day while going about your normal schedule. Oops. Time to walk that Trail of Tears.