Written By Tracey
Tracey is a writer, humourist and raconteuse living in Montreal with her husband and two adorable punks. Here, she shares the details of precarity as she attempts to stay on top of the Mutherload. You can also read her personal blog, Grumble Girl.Read Her Blog "On Top of the Mutherload"
I’ve very casually slipped that fact that I have to pencil in my eyebrows at least a few times, like here, and over here… and lots of ladies everywhere require the aid of a pencil or a little powder to just fill in our brows so they’ll appear more full or more even. Some people have fair complexions. Some people overplucked during the
80′s 90′s uh-oh’s their youth, and need to correct matters, otherwise they look like they’re in a constant state of surprise. Gives a whole new meaning to the term high brow. (By the way, unless you’re a Marlene Dietrich impersonator, this is probably a bad look for you.)
tter-life speeches when I brought home near-failing grades. And it didn’t help that my main teacher that year seemed pretty sure I was an idiot – he tried to console my parents once by saying, “She’s a fast runner… an excellent athlete, really… maybe she’ll get a scholarship to school?” My father nearly had a stroke, I’m so sure.