On the outside, I try to project an image of having it all together. But underneath that, I'm kind of a disaster. Hence... the name of the site: GlossyVeneer. There are frequently vendors for various products hanging out at my gym, trying to sell all of the members on their miracle item that promises life-changing benefits.
- Workout clothes that will conceal those trouble areas or flaunt those amazing parts earned by hours upon hours of hard workouts.
- Vitamins, powders or shakes that will improve our stamina, concentration, muscle building, fat burning, etc.
- Laser hair removal so we don’t have to share our arm pit hair (or leg hair or back hair or whatever hair) with everyone while we’re sweating. Or when we’re working in our skimpy uniforms as strippers or cocktail waitresses because that’s EXACTLY what all of us women living here in The Vegas do for income, ya know?
- Tanning passes so we can negate all the positive effects we’ve gained in terms of fitness by buying a heaping dose of skin cancer.
But yesterday, when I was leaving the gym a vendor was setting up a table to sell a product I’ve never seen there before. His life-altering item: wine.
Somehow that seemed completely perplexing, yet completely logical to me.
