(Source: Flickr / leleuzis)
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
I would just like to post this here because I really believe that many men sometimes shy away from make-up & polish & such because they are ‘femme’ things, & femme is seen as being either negative or time-wasting. I’d like to state that this nail blog is not gender-exclusive. I’d also like to hear your stories - any gender - about how nail polish or nail art has made an impact on your lives & your love for this art form - please do share! ♥♥♥