Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon.
All I said was I didn't think it was a Tom thing.
Depends on why it isn't a Tom thing. If he has any "men shouldn't get pedicures" attitude, counterexamples should help. Of course, it doesn't help if he has other reasons.
I get a monthly manicure and pedicure. Biting of fingernails has been down more than 95% since I started. No nail polish.
I like having cuticles, and the idea of having them intentionally clipped and pushed back into the nailbed skeeves me out to no end. (It always annoyed me whan that happened naturally sculpting with clay, and I couldn't wait for them to grow back out again.)
6% of rural heterosexual men wear nail polish
Assuming it's not the fabled Rural Heterosexual Drag Queen, I'm guessing that the (presumably) clear polish helps protect the nails when outside or performing hand-intensive tasks.
the fabled Rural Heterosexual Drag Queen
Beautiful plumage.
the fabled Rural Heterosexual Drag Queen
Oy remembah when oy spotted one in Lizahd Lick, Noyth Carolinah in '92. Crikey! The boots on that sheila. What a lookah!
/poor croc hunter impression
Matt, the better salons do not trim cuticles. Lotion is applied, and they're pushed back a bit, but they're not trimmed.
Incidentally, I received the worst mani-pedi ever today here in Barcelona, and it was a little under $100. A very expensive mistake. I will actually have to remove the nail polish on my toes it's so sloppy and lumpy, and re-apply myself. Thankfully the rest of the trip has been too good for me to care all that much. But still.
Lotion is applied, and they're pushed back a bit, but they're not trimmed.
Mine are, but that's because I pick at them and my cuticles are pretty nasty.
I had a wonderful pedicure in Fira, Santorini. After days of tromping around Crete the pedicurist had to haul out actual power-tools to deal with my feet. But they felt wonderful afterward.
I got it done in the Yves Rocher salon. I booked the appointment a few days ago, and was really looking forward to it, based on how pretty and clean the salon/store looked. Today I arrived and was led upstairs, into a hot, flourescent room and told to lie on a hospital bed. I don't think any of the nail files or implements used on me were clean or new, and the nail polishes were stored, all 15 or so of them, in a beat up plastic drawer thing. They were all at least a year old; cakey and gooey and awful. I kept hoping for the best, thinking she knew what she was doing; when I finally sat up and looked at my toes, I almost cried. I seriously should take pictures. There is nail polish in the middle of my toes, as an example. And the tops of my toes look like someone spray painted the Rockies and stuck them on the ends of my feet. Lesson learned.
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Incidentally, I received the worst mani-pedi ever today here in Barcelona, and it was a little under $100. A very expensive mistake.
The mani-pedi I had in Seattle at the F2F stands as by far the best ever. Both the process and the results - that blue/black polish lasted on my toes without chipping for a month.