Annie Walton Doyle

Being a Drag Queen isn't one-size-fits-all femininity. Not all real life women are glamorous and fabulous at all times, nor should we feel we have to be.

Self-care is a phrase so enthusiastically tossed about as of late that in many ways it has lost all meaning. In the same way “wellness” has gone, the concept now seems vague and fuzzy, somehow ineffable.

For a long time, I suspected that primer was a bit of a swizz. Makeup to go under your makeup, you say? Sounds very “Emperor’s New Clothes” to me.

My struggles with eyebrows have been well documented over the years.

It’s surely well known by now that the age of the heavily drawn on, perfectly angled eyebrow is coming to an end.

Lash stain: what the hell. Am I right?

Being a “strong” and “empowered” woman is so hot right now.

As someone with a longstanding and deep love of a shine-face, powder blush has always been somewhat of a problem area for me.

Take your makeup love to its logical conclusion via a sensory attack on all fronts. Smelling like old ladies' handbags and young ladies' dressing tables and powder puffs and lipstick bullets has never been so easy as it is right now. It’s the scent family I call "makeup perfume."