I was cutting my nails the other day and the tween asks me why I don’t file them. She then pulls out a hideous glittery stick and wafts it in my face and all it reminds me of is the tongue depresser.
Because girls, there’s something I can’t do. Have tried a few times but I just don’t get it.
My mother always clipped them for me as a kid. As an adult thats all I do – my nails grow extremely quickly so it doesn’t bother me to lop a good amount off each time. I also end up with a smooth edge. I can still shape them.
I can’t stand filing.
The feeling of it goes through me as does the sound.
That see-sawing action.
That’s my confession. But tell me –