Siddity in the City

I’m in the market for a good blush brush, but I’m miserly about odd things, and I have a hard time justifying $30 expenditure for something I only use once every three days.

Still, I’ve been pondering this particular purchase for the better part of a year now (yes, I am THAT CHEAP) and I think I’m ready. I’ve felt up dozens of brushes at this point, from Target’s Sonia Kashuk line to MAC, Sephora to Japonesque.

I even shopped online. Which is when I learned that the luxuriously soft little hairs in those brushes is often squirrel.

AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!

I’m not opposed to utilizing animal lives for my own nefarious purposes. If sweet Bluebell the cow would look better as a pair of burnt orange, 3″ stacked heel Fluev boots, I’ll skin her myself, ta very much. But, for some reason, I find squirrels deeply disgusting and am having a really hard time imagining rubbing the equivalent of squirrel nuthairs all over my visage.

That’s all, really. Just, yuck. I’m thinking PETA could get a lot more milage out of that image–stylish woman rubbing rodent ass all over her face–than out of animal cruelty charges.