A quick story without naming names. . . While in Paris yesterday, because I am running low on a favorite serum product, I decided to run into the “institute” where I buy it so that I would have back-up. I don’t like to run out of my essentials.
I plucked the product off the shelf and went to the counter to pay for it when the saleswoman said to me, “oh, this is a great product for the ‘oval’.”
|Think scarves, turtleneck sweaters, lots of eye makeup. . .|
“The oval?” I retorted, shocked. “I would never buy a product for the ‘oval’ because I know there is no such thing as a product that can do anything about our chins and necks after a certain number of years living under the forces of gravity.” (I checked around the institute to make sure I was the only customer. I figured if some women believe otherwise it’s not my place to disabuse them of their egregious misconceptions.)
“Well, of course, you’re right,” she and the aesthetician standing next to her said in unison. “We’re talking cosmetic, nothing serious.”
|You don’t honestly think this little “miracle” was the result of something in a tube or a jar do you?|
Why then did I think this was one of my favorite products? That’s because the company changed the formula and its purpose. The serum I’ve been using on my face with excellent results I thought — all considered mind you — no longer exists even though the pump container is exactly the same. Exactly the same that is if, like me, one doesn’t bother to read the new name and purpose.