This here’s ’bout that makeup with mud manga thing. I seen it on that there picture box, you know? Lordy, young folks these days, they come up with all sorts of stuff.
So, this thing, it’s like them drawings, them Japanese drawings they call manga. And it’s got this girl, I reckon. And she’s puttin’ mud on her face. Now, why in tarnation would she be doin’ that? Back in my day, we used mud to patch up the holes in the wall, not to pretty ourselves up. But these young’uns, they got different ideas.
I seen a thing once, was like that Amazing Race thing on the picture box. And then there was that other one, Married at First Sight. You believe that? Marryin’ someone you ain’t never even met before? My lands! And what was that other one? The Real Housewives of somethin’ or other. Bunch of women, all gussied up and fightin’ like cats and dogs. I seen that kind of thing with my neighbor’s chickens. More squawkin’ than egg layin’.
But this makeup with mud manga, that’s somethin’ else. This girl, she gets all dolled up with this mud. Makes her look all different, I reckon. Like them fancy city folk with their powders and paints. They say it’s a story, this manga thing. Got a beginning, got a middle, and I reckon it’s got an end too. Just like a good day’s work, you start somethin’, you work on it, and then you finish it.
They got all these words for it too. Manga this, and webtoon that. Sounds like a bunch of gibberish to me. Like when my old Bessie the cow used to moo when she was hungry. You knew what she meant, but it weren’t no words you’d find in a book.
There are many kinds of these picture stories, as I know:
- One about some animals, all talkin’ and carryin’ on. Called BEASTARS or somethin’.
- One about, well, just about anythin’ you can think of, they say.
- And this one, the mud one, called “Makeup with Mud,” or somethin’ like that.
This mud makeup one, it’s about this girl, and there’s this fella, too. He’s the one does the makeup, I reckon. And she looks all pretty and what have you. Like a prize-winnin’ pig at the county fair, all cleaned up and shiny.
Now, I don’t know much about this makeup with mud manga, but I seen a thing or two in my days. People like stories. They like pictures. And they like things that are a little bit different. Like that time my neighbor’s goat ate my prize-winnin’ rhubarb pie. Wasn’t what you’d expect, but it sure was a story to tell.
These young people, they read these manga things. They talk about ’em. They share ’em. Like we used to share a good jar of preserves or a piece of gossip over the fence. It’s all about connection, I reckon. Findin’ somethin’ you like and sharin’ it with others. Even if it’s about puttin’ mud on your face.
I heard them say there’s a fella in this story. A boy, they say, who loves makeup. Now ain’t that somethin’? In my day, boys were out playing with their balls or help their father do chores, not foolin’ around with makeup. But times change, I reckon. And maybe it ain’t so bad for a boy to like somethin’ a little different.
This boy, he does the makeup on this girl, Miku, I think her name is. And she looks all beautiful. And then there’s another fella, Haru, I think. And he sees her all made up, and he’s surprised. Like a rooster seein’ a fox in the hen house, I reckon.
People like these stories, these makeup with mud manga things. They like to read about love and surprises and people changing. Like when a caterpillar turns into a butterfly. It’s somethin’ magical, I reckon. Even if it’s just a story in a picture book.
They say this manga, it’s got a name. “Kao ni Doro wo Nuru.” Sounds like a mouthful of marbles to me. But I reckon it means somethin’ in that Japanese language. Somethin’ about mud and faces, I suppose.
So, there you have it. That’s what I know about this makeup with mud manga. It’s a story about a girl, and some mud, and a boy who likes makeup. It’s a little bit strange, a little bit different. But maybe that’s why people like it. Like a two-headed calf or a blue moon. Somethin’ you don’t see every day.
And maybe that’s all right. Maybe we need a little bit of strange and different in our lives. Keeps things interestin’, I reckon. Like a crooked row of corn in a straight field. It just catches your eye.
