On a walk through the cosmetics department of CVS the other day, my attention was diverted by rows of red stickers under the CoverGirl banner and I knew without even looking that this was not good and it would affect me personally. I used to be a make-up snob and would only use Clinique, and then one day I tried Outlast Lip Color by CoverGirl because I figured Queen Latifah wouldn’t lie to me. My hunch paid off. The colors were luscious, it felt great, and I swear on Christie Brinkley’s teeth that it really was long-lasting. And of course, since it was the perfect product, it was only a matter of time before it was either discontinued or improved beyond recognition. I bought whatever was left in my color and went home to whine about it to Husband.
OSV: Why do they keep doing this to me?
HUSBAND: It’s marketing, sweetheart, supply and demand. It’s not about you. You need to move on and find new products. Don’t get so stuck.
This was not the fuzzy support I was seeking so I turned snappish.
OSV: Don’t get so stuck? Is this from the guy with a millennium’s supply of Royal Copenhagen Musk in the basement?
HUSBAND: It’s becoming harder and harder to find. Soon I won’t be able to buy it at all.
OSV: You won’t have to. You can start selling it out of your footlocker. We have the whole world’s supply here in our house.
HUSBAND: Something tells me I haven’t given you what you need here. Why don’t you try Duane Reade?
At Duane Reade, a young salesgirl assured me that even though that particular packaging was gone, the product lived on. She guided me to a new CoverGirl display filled with pathetic impostors. She didn’t get it. I whipped out my own Outlast and held it up to its evil twin and demanded, “Do these match? Does the new 542 look identical to my 542? Are they both really Brazen Raisin? Are they?” She looked frightened. On the shelf behind her was one lone box of Nivea Q-10 Intensive Eye Repair. MY intensive eye repair. With a red sticker on it.
OSV: IS THAT BEING DISCONTINUED??!!
The salesgirl’s head spun around like in The Exorcist. “I’ll go check!” she cried out, running away down the aisle. She never came back.
Crouching by the bottom shelf, I started pushing Nivea boxes aside looking for hidden eye repairs. My cell phone rang.
DAUGHTER: Do me a favor. If you’re in any drugstores today, see if you can find St. Ives oil-free moisturizer. If they have any buy it all. I’m in CVS and they say it’s gone and not coming back.
OSV: I’m in Duane Reade. I’ll go look right now.
DAUGHTER: This is kind of upsetting.
OSV: You have no idea.
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