Fun & Famous

WHY WE SHOULD STOP CALLING A MAKEOVER A MAKEOVER

My friend's sister-in-law had a birthday and had to have one. She didn't want one herself, but her surroundings thought it was a fun idea. Four women have experienced ‘something terrible’, talk about it on TV, and get one. Again, not asked for, but who cares. They got one.

The makeover. In every television program, it's the ingredient to elicit the necessary ‘oh’, ‘ah’, and ‘wow’ from those who have given up on the main character. While the person in question stands awkwardly in front of the mirror, thinking only: ‘my hair is so short. I just got over that awful in-between length.’.

The makeover. Undoubtedly well-intentioned, but it misses the mark on all sides. First of all, you are saying that you actually didn't look good. And that's just not the message that the woman who, while in a nasty dismissal situation, found out her husband was cheating on her with the neighbor wants to hear. It says: you have stupid hair, you are too fat, and your clothes are so boring that we all have the idea that you wear the same thing every day. Here. Take it.

Then you expect that the term makeover involves heavy artillery. Long hair must be short anyway. And blonde hair must be black. A sneaker girl is shoved into over-the-knee boots and so on. Everything must be different. It doesn't even seem to be considered whether someone actually looks better. It's all about the effect. Preferably with a ‘Noooo, not my hair’ and ‘I hate high boots’ in the montage.

That's why I plead to change the term makeover to a ‘touch-up’. More fun for the candidate in question (because you were really super cute, it can just be a little better) and it will also remove the red rag that normally flutters before the eyes of the stylist and hairdresser/makeup artist, bet? If you call it that, my dear colleagues can also nominate me. That's just how I am.