"Oh come on. You'll like it."
"No I won't."
"It's relaxing. I promise you'll love it."
"I don't care. I won't do it."
"Awe. It's so nice though."
"Again. No. I don't know why every woman in my life wants me to get a pedicure."
I was hanging with three girls on Saturday. After lunch they decided to get their feet and hands done by a professional. They attempted to talk me into going with them, but I decided against it. The three of them seemed disappointed by my refusal to do such an activity, but I can never do it.
I'm not sure why I'm repulsed by the idea. I do engaged in things that one would consider feminine, probably more than is rational or healthy, but I will not pay to have someone soak my feet, clip toenails, and anything that I can reasonably do myself. I just won't. I have no rational explanation why I'm so opposed to the concept, but that doesn't matter. I will die a man who never had a pedicure and that's the way I like it.
"Fighting is essentially a masculine idea; a woman's weapon is her tongue." - Hermione Gingold