I can't even say the word 'influencer' without simultaneously rolling my eyes and smirking. It brings to mind certain 'internet personalities' (without using the icky word 'influencer' there's not really any other way to describe them as they seem to be devoid of any actual talents other than getting dressed, putting on make-up and taking selfies) who dominate Instagram, Snapchat, YouTube (although I suppose some of them are MUA's) and Twitter, proliferating retouched pictures of garish designer handbags, shoes that I wouldn't expect to see outside of a strip joint, and faces so flawless, poreless and highlighted that they look like human tin foil. It's #makeupgoals this, #couplegoals that. YAWN. Apparently, if you don't own more high-end make-up than a SpaceNK or have a Ken doll-like boyfriend who spends as much time in the mirror as you, you're not #goals. Or maybe you're not a #gowl, at least that's my opinion. Wh...