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d with a kiss of the lipstick variety.</p><p id="f47d">Love, once free as a blossom, now withers in the chilling air, crushed by the weight of quite silly legislation.</p><p id="3f57">I’ve seen the panic in the eyes of young lovers, the realization that their stolen kisses now rustle with the weight of societal absurdity.”</p><p id="523b">It’s in this bedlam that a veiled sorority of rouge wearers now conspiratorially exchanging demure nods over their crimson war paint.</p><p id="4179">Our battle cry, after all, cannot be completely blotted from history — its luminous streak is a veritable symbol of unfading spirit. Now, it is not only within the lofty intent of quixotic letters to amuse, but to submit a fervent petition from a heart painted through and through.</p><p id="ea57">If men cannot manage their Big Bens and put absurd tag of witchcraft on us and our women sisters of luring them to courtship or marriage, that’s not pragmatic.</p><p id="3d30">I seek your wisdom, seasoned and prescient, to navigate these challenging times. Our venerable women must come forth — come hell or acne — not merely to safeguard the honor of lipstick, but all it represents.</p><p id="5149">Oh Witchy Witch, can you not hear the plaintive silence of painted lips? In the muffled sobbing of repressed love echoing through the streets, we unassuming tubes of color, find solace in the composure of our elder.</p><p id="43f7">Men are dumb. So many Vladimirs are here who only know how to polish their fangs and puncture the skin of our self-esteem, dignity and reputation.</p><p id="bd9b">We are being mocked at, leaving us feeling completely humiliated and very much alone.</p><p id="47b4">This distressing turn of events has crushed our confidence in ourselves and in everything we had ever known. Let me remind you of the prophecy of tree spirits about your special mission and purpose in life.</p><p id="f28e">Your mission was to light up the world with hope, healing and humour. Our world needs you more than ever it did.</p><p id="1817">Join us, Witchy Witch, in our struggle to free ourselves from the yoke of ignorance. Lend your voice to our movement to break the chains that bind our painted smiles.</p><p id="6b20">You should visit us from future and help us. These men should know and feel the powers of real witchcraft. I am putting this message in bottle. May the waters of river Thames help our message reach to you and you come to our era of 1770 to help us all.</p><p id="1713">Eagerly awaiting your presence, Scarlet, the Lipstick</p><p id="9d93"><b>N.B.:</b> It’s completely a rumor and false news that B

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ritish parliament banned lipstick in 1770–classifying it as witchcraft as if it had the power to seduce men into matrimony or courtship. They have never passed such a law. However it was true that such sentiments were there in that era in the patriarchal system. Please do not believe in such rumor present on few websites. Of course, you can have some fun, though.</p><p id="3d11"><b>This story is written in response to the lovely invitation from <a href="undefined">Liberty</a>. This is one of the best invitations I have ever got on medium. As if Liberty has pushed the creative button in me.😅 I can not help, but kept on writing another story. Thank you. Witchy Witch rocks!</b></p><p id="8e10">Also please read these amazing writers. They are so cool. A shoutout to <a href="undefined">Lynn</a>, <a href="undefined">Christina</a>, and <a href="undefined">Mary</a>!</p><div id="af50" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/inside-the-life-of-lipstick-17e90cddfa7b"> <div> <div> <h2>Inside the Life Of Lipstick</h2> <div><h3>A tubing we will go</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*6zCippeZa2H4hy7u)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="3b11" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-demanding-life-of-a-tube-of-lipstick-9322bd30f799"> <div> <div> <h2>The Demanding Life of a Tube of Lipstick</h2> <div><h3>Just imagine… there’s far more to it than you might expect.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*onLrY_81qT1KTcDM)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="b2b7" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/when-change-comes-your-way-791ae7fb3a8d"> <div> <div> <h2>When Change Comes Your Way</h2> <div><h3>How do you react when the status quo shifts?</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*XhFYjiMl8KvEFRW6)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Fiction | Hope | Humour

Men Pants on Fire Courtesy Feminine Trickery

SoS message to Witchy Witch

Scarlet, the Lipstick Palace of Westminster London SW1A 0AA United Kingdom

30th January 1770

The Witchy Witch England in 2024 Unknown Street

Dear Witchy Witch,

Hope that you are doing well. I dreamt of you last night. You will be so angry knowing what’s happening down here. The news of this evil law is being circulated in all leading newspapers of Britain.

We are shocked and flabbergasted. How on earth such resolution be passed in a parliament.

It was all good till yesterday. As the news broke, all women are in deep jeopardy, not knowing how to react. The patriarchy and purists have taken over the parliament it seems.

What would the prospects say to a quiet meeting in Madame Beatrice’s millinery, where whispers swirl like wayward snow? A cloak of shadows unfurling, baring a truth never meant to see the light, for shame!

The Parliament, in a dubious show of wisdom, has laid upon us, the modest lipstick, a scandalous moniker… Puppet master to the duplicitous unions that we surreptitiously string together!

Can you conceive of such rubbish absurdity, that our demure swipes of color may ensnare unsuspecting men in the trappings of wedlock? As if such an abhorrent fate should ever befall a lady such as me, Scarlet of the Lipstick!

What are our fault! What are the fault of those innocent women!

A coven of crones, clutching their hats as though protecting the secret to the most potent love spell.

“Witchcraft!” Come on! No wonder, men often hopelessly influenced by body hormones think from their wrong head. That’s no fault of ours. Putting all blame on us is the new low such men have reached. Hypocrites!

Women putting on lipstick to trick men into marriage! That’s preposterous.

I bit my lip, fighting back a laugh over the absurdity.

“But, Witchy Witch, it’s quite serious. Parliament has passed an ordinance, banning our kind and vowing to nullify any union sealed with a kiss of the lipstick variety.

Love, once free as a blossom, now withers in the chilling air, crushed by the weight of quite silly legislation.

I’ve seen the panic in the eyes of young lovers, the realization that their stolen kisses now rustle with the weight of societal absurdity.”

It’s in this bedlam that a veiled sorority of rouge wearers now conspiratorially exchanging demure nods over their crimson war paint.

Our battle cry, after all, cannot be completely blotted from history — its luminous streak is a veritable symbol of unfading spirit. Now, it is not only within the lofty intent of quixotic letters to amuse, but to submit a fervent petition from a heart painted through and through.

If men cannot manage their Big Bens and put absurd tag of witchcraft on us and our women sisters of luring them to courtship or marriage, that’s not pragmatic.

I seek your wisdom, seasoned and prescient, to navigate these challenging times. Our venerable women must come forth — come hell or acne — not merely to safeguard the honor of lipstick, but all it represents.

Oh Witchy Witch, can you not hear the plaintive silence of painted lips? In the muffled sobbing of repressed love echoing through the streets, we unassuming tubes of color, find solace in the composure of our elder.

Men are dumb. So many Vladimirs are here who only know how to polish their fangs and puncture the skin of our self-esteem, dignity and reputation.

We are being mocked at, leaving us feeling completely humiliated and very much alone.

This distressing turn of events has crushed our confidence in ourselves and in everything we had ever known. Let me remind you of the prophecy of tree spirits about your special mission and purpose in life.

Your mission was to light up the world with hope, healing and humour. Our world needs you more than ever it did.

Join us, Witchy Witch, in our struggle to free ourselves from the yoke of ignorance. Lend your voice to our movement to break the chains that bind our painted smiles.

You should visit us from future and help us. These men should know and feel the powers of real witchcraft. I am putting this message in bottle. May the waters of river Thames help our message reach to you and you come to our era of 1770 to help us all.

Eagerly awaiting your presence, Scarlet, the Lipstick

N.B.: It’s completely a rumor and false news that British parliament banned lipstick in 1770–classifying it as witchcraft as if it had the power to seduce men into matrimony or courtship. They have never passed such a law. However it was true that such sentiments were there in that era in the patriarchal system. Please do not believe in such rumor present on few websites. Of course, you can have some fun, though.

This story is written in response to the lovely invitation from Liberty. This is one of the best invitations I have ever got on medium. As if Liberty has pushed the creative button in me.😅 I can not help, but kept on writing another story. Thank you. Witchy Witch rocks!

Also please read these amazing writers. They are so cool. A shoutout to Lynn, Christina, and Mary!