i got my first manicure on sunday. wasn’t bad. i was pretty scared that it was going to be painful, traumatizing. now to work up the courage to get a pedicure on these virgin feet. that seems misleading, since i feel like the term ‘virgin’ calls up something much prettier than what constitutes the state of my feet these days. but i grossly digress.
i’ve never gotten a manicure before, because i didn’t think there was a point. biting my nails, sometimes to the nub, didn’t leave much room for anything, much less some nice nail polish and the such. where where they going to put polish? inbetween all the hangnails and the cut up fingers i had left? sigh. again, who really cares about all of this?
i had let my nails grow a *little,* and there were no hangnails or open sores to speak of, so i decided to go for it. besides, i’d been looking around at other ladies and they didn’t all have long, lustrous nails. lots of women seemed to have shorter, possibly bitten nails and they had manicured nails. it seemed that maybe right action would lead to more right action, right? i’ve seen that work somewhere before …
paws … i love the word paw/s. so, lady gaga is okay by me. she will say “put your paws up.” fun. and let’s face it. she’s really this generation’s madonna. her songs are SO derivative of madonna, it’s actually weird. i hear some of them and i’m like … aren’t people aware that this song has already been sung? but like most music “controversies,” i am square in the middle. i HEAR the madonna, no doubt. but, here’s the thing. madonna is AMAZING. so, if we have another mini madonna on our hands getting all the boys and girls stoked up about being weird and unusual and bucking the norm and cranking out great pop/dance tunes, then i’m all for it. go, lady g, go.
and i’ll keep putting my paws up, pink or not.