A woman’s smushy Stila eyeliner, put on that morning in a spur-of-the-moment tightlining decision, and her Fresh eyeshadow which she keeps in her desk in case she runs out of time in her morning routine and needs to apply emergency lashes, mingle together and stray all around that woman’s eyes, causing a Courtney Love-esque morning after ho-bag look at 3:30 in the afternoon. That woman is still at work, where she stands up in front of dozens of teenagers who judge her. Girl Code dictates that you TELL HER, and you don’t allow her to walk around with people staring at her.
DOZENS OF PEOPLE BROKE GIRL CODE TODAY. The woman discovered it herself after going to the bathroom. After walking down a crowded hallway. After teaching for two hours nonstop. *Shakes head, mutters darkly*
*Teenagers, you are not exempt from Girl Code.