Manicure

I've never had a real manicure done until today. It smelled like lavender and acetone and looked robin's eye blue and as glossy as a Red Delicious apple. A packed salon served as the backdrop for my first, including an acquaintance and her sister, as well as a group of six third graders who proudly looked through magazines for perfume samples, shooting now and then, "I found one! It's totes adorb, but too much pink." My massus found them sweet. I found them disheartening. Deadlines for growing up into a superficial American keep getting pushed forward, don't they? Heavens, I was getting a manicure.