I can appreciate that there are more important things to worry about right now than my partner finding out just how infrequently I care to wash my hair when I have absolutely nowhere to be. Still, as a beauty editor, learning how to adjust my routine to this new normal is an interesting, albeit unexpected, part of the experience.
This is also not to say my girlfriend hasn't seen me do or try weird beauty treatments, and luckily the only time she complains is when I get into bed wearing self-tanner ("oh no, you smell like hot dogs again"). Yet, we're a week in, and she's still closing the door to clip her toenails over the toilet and turning away to look at the underside of her own pimple patch in private.
Maybe the novelty in keeping the gross, guilty indulgences to ourselves as much as we can during this time of self-isolation isn't such a bad idea, but whether it's sustainable is a whole other story.