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As I type this, I am waiting for my nail polish to dry. A multi-step process that men deem feminine and pointless, while women are divided.
This is time consuming, this is also costly. One manicure alone requires a minimum of 7 products and countless steps. It seems so baffling for many. What is this point? The typical image of a female who takes care of her nails is an air-headed nitwit who cries when they break a nail.
Breaking a nail really is an upsetting moment; I’ll have you know. And results in a difficult decision. Do I file him down and cut my losses, with one maimed nail or do I file all my nails down as to not look lop-sided? It takes time and care to grow these nails, so filing them down is a really difficult decision. But I don’t want a ridiculous looking hand.
So many people cannot understand the desire of having long nails. The care seems so difficult. It is not a passion reserved for only cheerleaders.
I’m a hand talker. It’s a well-known fact amongst my friend, which they all find a riot. My hands are distracting to most, and people spend a great deal of time staring at them. Why would I not want them to look their best? Whenever I come into contact with another hand talker I find myself looking at their hands. When they have dried, gnarled nails and cuticles I’m horrified. It’s a self-induced torture I must gawk at. I feel the need to cringe and turn away, it’s a pain I can’t bear. I would never want to put others through the same painful moment. So I keep them nice.
They’re clean, they’re well manicured, and they’re respected. They are not weapons unless need be. I have brothers, and when the unfair physical fights begin, I am sometimes forced to protect myself by any means necessary. Biting can be difficult and can result in a bloody nose. Hands however, can flail free and attack in tricky situations. Little gnarled nubs have no help here.
Nails are a part of the body, a show of pride. Nasty nails are the equivalent to nasty hair. I will judge you but your frayed tips. I will smug at you laziness when you have chipped polish on for several weeks. Chipped fingernails are a rusty bumper with peeling paint. They are miniature canvases that add to an outfit. They show care, respect and dignity.
I don’t sit there for hours waiting for my polish to dry. I do other things, such as type or workout. I am not above getting my nails dirty. But these vicious weapons demand respect, as does the inner turmoil of a broken nail. So scoff if you will, but do it to my face and prepare to have your eyes gouged out by some perfectly shaped sugar almonds.