The Top 100 Things that Amuse Me Mildly: #97: Vibrating Mascara

One day my mom called and we chattered on about stupid things until we got down and dirty with something really serious: make up. Now, I am not the type of girl to cake it or transform myself into Pretty Woman on a daily basis. I also have very little desire for this blog to turn the dark path of fashion and beauty commentary (no offense, but we don't need another one like that). I do, however, have a new fascination with vibrating mascara. 

The fact that my mom introduced me to vibrating mascara is not that alarming. She is savvy and chic and in better shape than me most likely. Furthermore, the last package she mailed me, apart from my birthday gift, included: a Victoria's Secret thong, birth control pills and a package of marshmallow peeps. Granted, of course, she had put no thought into the implication of such a garden variety of things. 

Now, my love for vibrating mascara is two folds. First of all, it is absolutely wonderful. I no longer need to comb through my lashes or deal with clumping. Furthermore, the vibrating gives me a little jumpstart to my day. It's ever so invigorating. On the other hand, the name is just hysterical. Who thought of this? I have a feeling it was some really horny woman who had clumpy mascara. Just a thought.