As a member of the female species, watching my drag queen get ready last week was quite an experience during which, I hate admitting this, I could only feel inadequate. Her hair and makeup were flawless, and not just the roll out of bed, Hey this is my natural look + eyeliner and mascara beautiful, she actually did stuff...with stuff. It was like watching someone build a house. She tore everything to the bare minimum then added layer after layer until the end structure resembled gorgeous Claire and not Richard.
This is her makeup kit/suitcase/tool box.
And...this is mine - a free bag from clinique filled with things I never use minus my weird mascara addiction. Do I really need 8 mascaras? Absolutely not.
Conclusion: The Drag Queen has completely bested me as a woman.
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