So. Much. Sweat. (Image: Bridesmaids)
Summer is like coriander: you either love or you hate it. I happen to fall in the latter category.
Growing up in New Zealand, I absolutely loved summer — the dry heat, the cool water, the mild temperatures. Then I moved to Australia.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not throwing any shade at Australia. Moving here was a wonderful decision, but boy was it a shock. Coming from a land where the median temperature is 25 degrees celcius on a good day to a country where the minimum can easily be 30 was more than a jolt to the system.
After four years I still haven’t acclimatised. And don’t even get me started on the humidity.
I know I’m not the only one. While most Aussies I meet are counting down the days ‘til summer comes around so they can hit the beach wearing ‘thongs’ (jandals) with their ‘eskys’ (chilli bins) and their ‘swimmers’ (togs), I call upon the minority who brave this oven every year to join me in despair at the raging temperatures and ask: Will our faces ever be sheen-free again?!
1. Firstly, not being able to sleep through the night because of the sheer heat (and lack of air conditioning), is basically the plot line for the Conjuring 2.
2. Not to mention having to use pillows to divide you and your love friend because you’re too sticky to touch one another.
3. The fan giving you a false sense of cool air security when really all it does it circulate the musty, hot air.
4. Braving the walk from your house to your bus stop becomes a game of ‘how sweaty can I get today?’ before entering said bus looking like you’ve just run a marathon.
Watch: Some tips to get your makeup behaving even in the steamiest weather. (Post continues after video.)