Angelina Jolie had a double mastectomy, in case you hadn’t heard. How dare she remove those ticking time bombs from her chest, amiright? Like, hasn’t she learned by now that her body is public domain and we all get to vote on what she does with it? Sheesh, how selfish can ya get.
I’ve been wearing more makeup lately than I used to, and inevitably, I more often get to hear:
“Oh, you don’t need makeup. You’re beautiful without it!”
And I talk a lot of beauty and loving myself just how I am. Some people feel these two things are hypocritical, to love yourself and wear makeup. And okay, yes, let’s acknowledge that there are women who feel pressured to wear it despite not wanting to. This happens. But a lot of the time, women wear makeup for themselves. It’s fun! It’s expressive. It’s artistic. It’s not “necessary,” but neither is pizza.
I’m not trying to cover anything up the same way an artist isn’t putting paint on a canvas for the sake of covering the canvas.
(Edit: Also, I’m getting calls for people wanting t-shirts of this. If you feel the same, let me know. I would gladly print some of these.)
I got distracted by the internet three times while doodling this.
(Also don’t really do this because I know you aren’t gonna organize a roster and take turns I’m just gonna get ten thousand messages and no.)
This month on Filthy Figments:
In Eat Me, Rhonda gets some action outside of her dreams! How far will it go?
In The Lady Eudora Henley, the bacchanalia continues and the artist decides not to write any more orgies for a while because they are so hard to draw.
Costume design for some backup dancers for my mermaid act. Paper mache funtimes ahead! (Thanks Miss Audacious for taking a photo of it because I felt sad I left it behind.)

















