“Mom,” I said, rehashing a recent OC party I attended, “Everything was fake. Fake boobs, fake faces, fake …” “Eyelashes?” she asked. “Mom!!!!!” See, Mom knew that at the urging of a coworker, I had gone to get eyelash extensions at LashSpot Spas in Newport Beach. For every inch I got blessed in leg length,…
glitz, glam, and the gym
