Fats and Makeup Hello shitlords and shitladies and lurking fatties (Lord Beetus giveth, Lord Beetus taketh away) A little while back, I posted a tale about how I had to chase my roommate's cheesehog cousin out of our apartment after it tried to con us into another free night of staying. An awkward conversation and a few dozen bottles of Febreeze later, our place is as it originally was--Eatbeast free!  Or so I thought.  I've been in my hometown celebrating Father's Day with my shitparents and shitstepparents, and when I returned I put some of my shampoos and shit on the counter in the bathroom to organize them later. Under a couple of towels, I noticed a very upscale makeup kit and asked my roommate if it was hers. It wasn't, so we deduced that her cheesehog cousin must've left it. I was intregued by the pretty packaging, so I googled it to learn more about what it was (I don't really use that much makeup, and what I do use comes from the drugstore).  It's a SIXTY DOLLAR eye-shadow kit. Let's see, for sixty dollars I could buy -Two months' membership at my gym (student rates make my heart smile) -Three weeks of healthy groceries (fruits, beans, stuff to make soups, etc.)  -A sexy set from Victoria's Secret -A rescue cat (obviously I know that food, vet costs, and all that add up, but I've been thinking about getting a cat for awhile now, and can afford it) -A fun night out of dinner, drinks, and seeing a movie with my boyfriend But, no, instead of spending money on something to make an animal's life better, make her significant other feel appreciated, or to better her own health, she spends sixty dollars on making the tops of her already fat-drooped eyelids sparkly.  Fuck hams.  (Author's note: my roommate, still pissed from her cousin's shitty behavior, tossed it in the garbage and said, "Welp.")   (Additional author's note: if shitladies want to spend 60 bucks on fancy eyelids, do that shit. Make them as showstopping as your figures, outlooks on life, and overall pleasantness. Just fuck hams (not literally.))