Whenever I tell people who can sing that I cannot sing, they invariably immediately tell me I'm wrong. Usually with some nonsensical logic like, "if you can recognize a human voice, you can sing." I love it when they do this because there are few arguments I can so decisively win within the space of one breath. If only there were some way to apply this principle to a woman's right to choose, gay marriage, or how stupid (and fairly creepy) french manicures look on toes.
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You don't like French pedicures? Doh. I always have. :) No worries though, my toes are currently unpainted and have been ever since I threw out all my nail polish.
Posted by: Rachel | July 17, 2010 at 06:48 PM
Haha, I had a feeling I'd offend somebody with that comment. I stand by it though. I see french manicured toes as I would armpit hair extensions. It's accentuating something that has no business being accentuated, even if the same thing elsewhere being accentuated is attractive (ie head hair). The white tips are supposed to emphasize/imitate the part of the nail past the nail bed, therefore french manicures are supposed to look like naturally long, healthy nails. I don't want my toenails to look long, healthy or otherwise. Toenails should end at the nail bed, which means they should be a solid color. That's my thinking anyway. If you want natural/pretty go for just the light pink. Glad your minimalism has saved me from additional trauma with this fad. ;-) xoxo you know I love you.
Posted by: Cyclothymia | July 18, 2010 at 12:44 AM