In the same way that I don’t think recreational dance studios should be painted pink (because it feminizes dance and discourages boys from dancing), I don’t understand why nail salons choose ridiculous girly names. Last night, Kevin and I decided to treat ourselves to a manicure and pedicure (something everyone can benefit from!). We went to a big mall downtown Montreal in search of a good deal. We had the choice between Diva Nails and Queen Nails… Need I say more?
We’re not their target audience, I know, but the names made me feel bad for most straight women out there who are condemned with partners that will probably have long dirty toe nails forever because they are too embarrassed to be seen inside such a place.
Just in case you’re wondering, in the end, we chose Queen Nails. Maybe it was meant to be in light of our new obsession with RuPaul’s Drag Race.
Life Tip: Always wear loose fitting pants to a pedicure appointment. The first time I got a pedicure was in New York City. I was wearing skinny jeans and could not pull them up past my calves. Needless to say, the Dominican women in Washington Heights giggled and made fun of me in Spanish and I left with wet pants.