I have a new, L.A. induced obsession-- the state of my feet. I have never in my life had a manicure or pedicure, a confession that elicits shocked disbelief from my acquaintances here.
Given that I swim, hike, run, kickbox, dance ballet, etc., I had pretty much accepted that my feet would always look battered. In L.A., however, a calloused bunyon is an object of such repulsion that I am forced to seek treatment. I am still holding out on a pedicure but have been lotioning away every night to little effect. I am also treating two recently blackened toenails in a vain race against the clock to sandal season. I really don't like the painted toenail look though; it reminds me of a poodle.
I am already starting to resent the maintenance requirements in L.A. and am beginning to dislike the artificially perfect eyebrow look so popular here. And I have still held out on the self-tanner! A few months ago a friend of mine held a dinner table in rapt attention as she described the process of laser hair removal of her private area.
After the cocktail party this afternoon I tooled around the Venice boardwalk and was happy to realize once again that there are hordes of non-perfect-looking people (well, in this case, freaks) in this city.
2 comments:
you make me feel like i'm there and oh boy am i laughing my head off with you!
God what pretension.
And for the record, you have some of the prettiest feet I've ever seen.
Poodles need attention-getting schemes too. I swear I've seen painted toenails at Barton Springs in Austin. Give in to your new peer group.
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