I always have hated the makeup thing, aka paint, because it’s just so fake to satisfy an imaginary eye in the sky. My wife fought me on this which goes all the way back to her youth when a friend brought her in front of a mirror and told her all the things that were wrong with her and how to fix them. She became an instant believer and it stuck for twenty years against my insistence that it was unnecessary and certainly not to please me. That’s the part that bothers me about the urge women have to paint themselves is who are they trying to please? What is beauty? If you have to daily paint and wash off, how do you not see it’s not reality? Why does reality make you insecure? I obviously feel pretty strongly on this and hand out a thanks to the OP for the post.

Edit: Wife finally came around a few years back. :)