Dear drugstore, you?re my not-so-secret crush
I have a special place I go. It?s full of glamour, intrigue and the promise of a more beautiful life. It has everything?drugs, snacks, an impressive drinks list?and it doesn?t even charge cover. I?m there almost every day, summoned by the siren song of its $6.99 mascaras and fruity bubble baths.
The local drugstore is my nightclub, and I?m a VIP.
I spent years of my life in actual nightclubs. I met my husband at an after-hours warehouse party, and we were married and pregnant within a year and a half. My tumble from aging party girl to swollen couch creature was shocking and swift. In short order I disgorged a small human and suddenly found myself confined mostly to within a 10-mile radius of my home.
But the neighbourhood drugstore was a beacon within that radius?one that shone out, seemingly simultaneously, to every unwashed, sweatpants-clad, lipstickless mat-leave mom. We converged there like shuffling, leaking zombies, loading up on diapers while also wistfully clutching the eye creams that promised to make us look less tired. I?d pace the aisles, nostalgic for a life in which I actually still had somewhere to wear sparkly green eyeliner. And I?d cavalierly ignore the Please Do Not Open Packages or Test Products signs because I had to see if that sparkly eyeliner I had nowhere .related-article-block{display:inline-block;width:300px;padding:0.5rem;margin-left:0.5rem;float:right;border:1px solid #ccc}@media (max-width: 525px){.related-article-block{float:none;display:blo...
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