Although I am not very good at being girly, I gave the spa facial experience another shot today. Ever since I moved to Boston, my skin has gotten progressively more dull and breakout-prone.
This time I was not jabbed with sharp metal objects, although my skin was squeezed in uncomfortable ways. I was informed that my cleanser is all wrong and that I need more facials. I would chalk this up to mercenary motives, but I had already said that I'm leaving Cambridge soon, so unless there's an interstate aesthetician mafia maybe she was sincere. My face is red and covered with some kind of Vitamin K and collagen creams that aren't supposed to be washed off for 24 hours. This is way too complicated. Why can't skin just do its job without complaint?