All the cool girls are ditching mascara this summer. More specifically, their lashes are completely bare. Naked as the day they were born. Not so much as an eyelash curler has come near their lash follicles since we collectively started maxing out on “-maxxing” and Andy Burnham was still frolicking around Manchester.
For millennials in their mid-thirties like me, this news is catastrophic. I grew up in the era of mega-watt lip gloss and sparkly powder highlighter. We wore XXL strip lashes for every night out (hell, sometimes even during the day) and the aim was simple: thick, sky-high and voluminous. Our lashes weren’t just a step in our beauty routines; they were part of our identity.
