Saturday, May 16, 2009
Not sure whether to be offended or flattered
I love Sephora, and tend to get most of my cosmetics there. I just received an email with recommendations that were just for me. The picks? All anti-aging treatments. Hmmm. Nothing that I've purchased from them ever were anti-aging in any way, so the only thing I can figure is that my profile lets them know I'm in my early 30s. So, ugh, I guess thanks. Except, I don't really care all that much about aging enough to slather tons of products on my already sensitive skin. The cosmetics that I do use are usually for sensitive skin and I rarely wear makeup any way. I'm just fine with looking like I've had a good life and somewhere around my own age.
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See, that's why the cosmetic industry is so much more targeted at women instead of men; men get older and older and look more and more like Clint Eastwood, whereas women get older and older and end up looking more and more like Clint Eastwood.
Those things, whether they're offering anti-aging cosmetics or notice that my brand of toilet paper is on sale, kind of creep me out. I have a B&N membership, so every book I buy is in their system, and it's saved me loads of money
But the combination of those frequent buyer programs making assumptions about what we need (anti-aging products in our early 30s) and what we'll be happy to hear about (ooh, the new book by my favorite author comes out Tuesday) sometimes just skeeves me out. Like those google ads based on the content of my gmail. I know it's just a computer program, but still . . .
Oh, I hear ya! I was really puzzled for a minute about why they sent that to me, and then it kind of clicked. The gmail thing creeps me out, too, but it can be helpful at times. Sometimes I'm look, "oooh, cool! I do actually want to know more about that!" So, I just play into their evil system (scary organ music played here...)
I suppose there could be worse things than looking like Clint Eastwood...like looking like Joan Rivers (I love her, but it's gone a bit far with the surgery) or that cat woman who keeps having procedures done to look more and more like a cat.
I once got a "free cosmetic treatment" coupon in the mail from the Pro Club spa, and was really excited until I discovered that it was for my first Botox treatment. I was somewhat less offended when I found out that a 26-year-old colleague also got one; I guess they were just mailing them to all the ladies?...which, actually, is still not cool. No paralyzing toxins in the face for me, thanks!
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