I think everyone should accept everyone as they are, but sometimes I look at people and I think, “Honey, you really need to rethink that eyeliner,” because no one should accept bad makeup application. I know I’m setting myself up for scrutiny here because I’m not God’s gift to makeup, but sometimes I really want to set-up a little stall on the sidewalk and offer makeovers. Actually, when I was little, my dream was to be a hairdresser and stylist, although I can’t remember if that was before or after I wanted to be a zoologist.
Anyway, my makeovers would be the stuff unicorn blood is made out of – they would give new life to all who experienced one.
Grammar makeovers are extra.