Among the myriad ads served by very intelligent algorithms was one for the coveted baby tiny fridge too small to hide snacks from your roommates but just big enough to fit a few travel-size-friendly-less-than-four-ounces skincare items. So what did I do? You bet your butt I ordered not one but three of those bad boys. Christmas was gonna be good for Jillian and my sister, Emily.
I’m not sure the exact moment my craving for a tiny fridge dedicated exclusively to keeping my skincare as cool as a cucumber began but if I had to guess it was soon after I discovered the K-Beauty rubber mask craze. This period of my life was dedicated to discovering new, cutting edge and quite possibly irritating things to put on my skin. I romanticized the acne-less, even, smooth skin of Korean skincare influencers because my new life with cystic acne rendered me obsessive.