![]() ![]() The only hitch is the elusiveness of that goal. What draws me, day after day, decade after decade, is the chance for improvement, however slight. Being a journalist makes you a realist, even if your beat is only realist-adjacent. After decades of reporting on beauty, I never believed that perfection was what skin-care products really offered anyway, despite the retouched models in the ads. Perfection wasn’t my aim, because I knew that wasn’t going to happen. ![]() During the original lockdown and the ones that followed with each new variant of the virus, I joined the virtual crowds who applied serums as if they were balms for the soul. Could be.īut many people are now turning to skin-care products for exactly the opposite motivation: to relieve their worldly dissatisfaction. A few see the entire skin-care-industrial complex as a plot to keep us in a perpetual state of dissatisfaction. They might have a point, but I clearly don’t share their view. ![]() Some believe skin care is a colossal waste of money, an exercise in futility, vain. It’s logical to look at skin care as a surface issue, a way to fight blemishes, redness, dryness, oiliness, and lines fine and deep. The days passed this way: my skin-care habits giving shape to the mornings and a sense of completion at night. ![]() I pushed the “touch up my appearance” setting on Zoom to max. ![]()
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