I may be slightly makeup-crazed now, but when I was in elementary school, I was a study in low maintenance. In fact, my regimen consisted of careful application of precisely one product: lip balm. Although we didn’t really call it “balm” then—we were less concerned with the moisturizing effects of the stuff and really more concerned with the taste. The ’80s were a lip product extravaganza, an artificially flavored wax fest bookended by cherry ChapStick and Revlon Silver City Pink. In between were the rainbow packages and fruity smears and status-symbol roller balls that were every young girl’s calling card.
