Thougmages

Feet! Seven sacred pools, Maui.

My favorite spot in the world. Best place to warm feet in the winter’s late morning sun.

First off, I just want to make it clear I realize that there is a lot of awful shit going on in the world right now that I am thinking about. But I generally stick to writing about what I know. Tonight I can’t stop thinking about feet. More specifically, something I don’t fucking understand about women and feet. Pedicures.

I see between 5 and 25 pairs of feet everyday. Up close and personal. Touch, place, measure, smell, examine, lace up and strap in. I’ve seen feet with 6 toes, 3 toes, hammer toes, fungus nails, bunions, reverse bunions, you name it. If any 21 year old girl knows feet, it’s me.

One sentence I get from just about every upper middle class, female, baby boomer this time of year is something along the lines of: “looks like I have to go for a pedicure soon!” or “Oh boy, my feet look so awful from the winter, better get a pedicure!”.

Now I don’t care in the slightest what your feet look like. I’m not judging. We are so rough on our feet, it’s no wonder people have bunions and hammer toes and bones growing out of places they shouldn’t be. But if having perfectly pedicured feet for sandal season is a big enough issue to you that you’re bringing it up to a complete stranger then I wonder; “why the fuck didn’t do something about it yourself during the 8 months of crap weather we spent doing nothing inside?”

Why do people spend $50+ making other poor woman file the dead, scaly skin off their feet when they could have picked up a pumice stone once in a while in the shower and scrubbed for like 15 seconds. And nail polish? It costs 3 dollars at the drug store. Problem solved.

Sometimes I wonder if people go because they yearn for a slave, someone to kneel at their feet.