Make your hideous menopausal face halfway acceptable with lymphatic drainage, by our TikTok beauty influencer

With Gloria Goombs, a woman who’s seen it all but who can still pass for 22 as long as she remains perfectly motionless

ARE you a perimenopausal woman in the workplace today? Then you’re disgusting. Sorry, ladies, but someone had to tell you the truth. 

Your ugly, puffy eyes are distracting colleagues, demotivating the workplace and reduced turnover by between 18 and 35 per cent last year. They sacked people because of them.

But don’t worry: I’m here to tell you the mirrors of your soul can still be saved. Because real woman don’t see the world from behind bloated, scrotal shrouds but from razor-honed, almond shaped slits, like Willow Smith in the Whip My Hair video.

Can I just say though, you won’t get far without the ‘No Woman No Cryo’ lymphatic drainage reamer, £144.95 for 6mls, which literally transformed my life. The key is to brush upwards against all the inner corner creases you gained while feeling utter self-loathing.

45 minutes of that – set the alarm early – and the bags should be pulsing and slightly phosphorescent. At this point increase massage pressure. Get some leverage and really put your back into it. It needs to hurt.

Within minutes the yellow starts to disappear, and my pupils lose their nocturnal vulpine shape. Gently wipe any excess acidic secretions with a non-conductive sheath: this week I’m loving Kylie Jenner’s Glow-Up Gauntlet of premium Bolivian tungsten on sale at £320.

All done, and you’re no longer offensive to the world and all reflective surfaces. You’re ready to go into the office and perhaps pen a quick email to Willow Smith castigating her for letting herself go. Include a selfie.

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Your astrological week ahead for February 7th, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

‘Yeah, I said I was down for short kings, not short emperors,’ you say leaving Napoleon, rejected again, weeping silently into his greatcoat.

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

My mother-in-law is impossible to please. We’ve tried eight vibrators with no results.

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

“Why is the sky blue, Daddy?” “Look, when I asked you to call me ‘Daddy’ during sex I didn’t want you to do a whole character.”

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

The rise of so-called AI pervert glasses has made you realise that in a real sense, all glasses are pervert glasses if they enable you to better see tits.

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

Even your Lego houseplants have died.

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

Wearing a T-shirt usually reserved for sleeping in to go out of the house feels like pulling a grizzled old detective back from retirement for one last case.

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

Yet another local D&D group discovers you’re the guy who turns every adventure into an argument about whether male centaurs should have two dicks.

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd

Want to improve your 5k time? Have you considered driving it?

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

“Now it’s time for Guess The Year here on Redditch and Bromsgrove FM! No clues, musical or otherwise. Get calling.”

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

There are rumours that your memoir The Salt Bath is made up and in fact, you never even put Epsom salts in your bath.

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

Cross every T and poke every eye.

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th 

“I’m giving up smoking? No, no! What I meant to say is I’m giving up, smokin’! You’re hot and I’m going to kill myself.”