There is a twisted, shadowy store, most likely at your nearest mall, by the name of Sephora. The store was originally created in France, that strange country from where Croissants and Perfume originated. The amount of cosmetics contained in that store is awe-inspiring. I'm surprised that such an ungodly mix doesn't create a quantum singularity from which nothing could escape.
However, there does seem to be a singularity from which money cannot escape.
Not only is there makeup, but Sephora also has brushes, fragrances, creams, accessories, and mirrors every 15 centimeters strategically placed to remind the customers that they are not beautiful. To play so whimsically with people's self-image is insidious in its own right - to then charge them exorbitant sums of money with fake promises that they will look better with the makeup? That is just downright depraved. Somehow, they have tricked the masses into falling for their ploy. Want to smell like Jennifer Aniston? Want to look like her too? All it takes, apparently, is cash. Or credit. Or blood.
The name itself, Sephora, originates from Zipporah, which means "a female bird" but was also the name of one of Moses' wives. She was the tough one, who, according to some Bible scholars, stopped God from killing Moses by quickly circumcising their son with a sharp rock, then touching the bloody rock to Moses' foot.
What does this have to do with makeup? Well, apparently, if you are crafty like good old Zipporah was, you can fool anyone. Including God.
For tricking women (and some men) in believing they can defy their very Creator and change themselves physically, Sephora is my Evil Genius of the Week.
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