For most of my life, lipstick was about as interesting to me as the score of any major league football game. Not one to take much of a fancy to football, I could also care less about the subtleties behind the statement-making power of a bold, red lip or the confidence it instilled upon the person behind it. Of course, I always appreciated it on other women whom I saw sporting the hue, yet never actually considered wearing the color myself until recently. For me, red lipstick seemed to be a lot of trouble for something that at a moment's notice may just as well decide to turn on you, leaving you with the unforgivable, red gooey residue plastered across the forefront of your teeth, which might as well be a billboard advertising your cosmetic "newb-ness."
