Masque strips – the review

Further to my discovery of these strips which you can read about here, I’ve since received my order (chocolate and watermelon) and given them a go!

I know I said I’d order all four but at £9.99 each that wasn’t really possible…. blame my spur of the moment trip to Tom Ford!

The packets are nice and slim so could easily get through a letterbox if you’re not in.

Masque Strips

Inside there are three individually wrapped packets which you peel apart to reveal the strip.



So far, so good.

I’m not sure about spending £9.99 for a packet of three strips and, if one gives a steady stream of head, the cost could rack up fairly quickly.


Now, to the taste. I’m disappointed to report that the overarching taste with both flavours is that of nail varnish remover/hand sanitiser.

Imagine, if you will, swilling some alcohol hand gel around your mouth then getting a wave of flavour that I imagine Lidl’s own brand Kahlua imitation would taste like. I felt at one point (whilst trying not to throw up) there might be a hint of rum in there but I think that was a result of someone mixing “chocolate” with hand sanitiser.

Unfortunately, the watermelon was no better. It followed the same pattern as the chocolate – alcohol hand gel to start then (rather than kahlua) the taste then developed into something similar to tropical Hubba Bubba.


I have no doubt that using one of these strips masks the taste of seminal fluid. Either this is because of the “Natural taste masking agents” they use or perhaps the strips just destroy your taste buds.


To summarise, let me share a true story of my past: there was a time I gave a guy head and his cum tasted so awful that I threw up in his kitchen sink.

I would rather re-live that experience than go near a Masque strip again.




p.s I have two individually wrapped strips in both chocolate and watermelon if anyone wants to verify my findings…. Or is feeling masochistic.

My name is CeCe and I judge women…

Time to discuss an elephant in my living room…

I am a feminist and yet I judge women based on their looks.

Phew. Ok. Breath. Please don’t chase me with pitchforks.


So… to explain.


I believe women should have the same opportunities and rights as men. I believe we should be judged on what is in our heads rather than on them and I believe the world still has a long way to go in correcting the deep rooted misogyny present in every single culture.

Even with this, when I look at a woman my instinctive thought is about her appearance. The thoughts are so quick into my head, like pulling your hand away from a hot pan, that there’s no time to stop them.



A prime example from yesterday: I was on the bus, looking out of the window when we overtook a women who was running along the pavement.

Was my first thought “She’s keeping up a good pace – I bet she could do an impressive marathon time”?

I wish.

My very first thought was actually… “God, her tits are pretty saggy”.


Horrible, spiteful and completely contradictory to my belief that there is too much pressure on women to be ‘perfect’ at all times. However this is not an abnormal thought for me, I think it all the time, every day…. Bit fat, bit old, scruffy hair, shouldn’t be wearing that, bad shoes, smells a bit, chipped nails, back fat, yellow teeth, wonky eyes. My stream of criticism is CONSTANT.


One of my pet hates is those articles where a female celebrity is photographed in every day circumstances (food shopping, going to the gym, walking the dog etc) then is pilloried for not being ‘red carpet ready’, having a spot, having messy hair, having bags under her eyes. Essentially things EVERY woman has.


And yet. AND YET. Here I am, doing exactly the same thing, the only difference is that my comments are in my head rather than in a ‘news’ article. Does that make it ok? Nope.


Having written this down I’m now feeling ashamed, liberated, curious, confused, annoyed but most of all, helpless.

I feel helpless because I’ve no idea how to stop being so judgemental, I’ve no idea how to change society’s attitude to women and most terrifying: I’ve no idea if we even can.