I used to dislike nail art b/c it reminded me of a babysitter my sisters and I used to have who would paint/decal her nails instead of paying any attention to us. She was very vain and self absorbed, and gave us all loathsome, unaffectionate, slightly baffling nicknames (I was "Waldo") and couldn't really always tell the four of us apart. Furthermore, I'm still not sure it ever dawned on her that my youngest sister Carey was a girl: she called Carey "Harry" and once I heard her on the phone saying she was watching"3 little girls and one...like, boy." My own feelings then for Carey aside, one thing never in physical question was her gender, and this ignorance just sort of embodies to me this blandly beautiful babysitter's utter indifference to us all---that and,of course, her nails, which she must have spent,easily, two hours every time coatng and recoating and designing,while somehow seeming always to be in inscrutable adolescent conversation on the
phone at the same time. And--
Oh well, I guess that's too much information?A little bit too PERSONAL of a response?:brsh: