overprocessed feet

the shrink on oprah said something profound today. "women are naturally competitive, especially amongst each other." i think she's damn right.

it was a slow day today. only ONE errand to accomplish in a span of 12 hours. all i had to do was to drop my papers off at school. i can't wait for school to start. i'll welcome a hellhole of stress over the complete and utter boredom i'm going through till vacation ends. i'm telling you... it does things to you.

anyway, i was waiting around for stan to finish up a meeting so i decide to go to the parlor and have my nails done. i end up with one of those really chatty manicuristas who talks to me about anything and everything under the sun. i politely nod and smile and answer her questions as i'm reading my Preview Magazine. suddenly, something catches my eye. it's too big to ignore. it's a freaking 2 page spread extolling the virtues of one of stan's ex girlfriends.

"... i wear jimmy choo shoes, i love riding my arabian black stallion Luisa at my private stable, i have a kate spade wallet collection, i have a masters degree from Harvard..." to top it all off, she has this huge picture of her in a white dress, hair all billowy and made and she's riding atop this gorgeous black horse like a pro. my heart stops beating for a minute and i feel it start to constrict with a million emotions. meanwhile, my chatty manicurista is rubbing my feet and telling me that my feet have alot of callouses. still reeling from my "encounter" i quickly say yes to whatever it is she's selling me.

only at the counter did i realize that i just said yes to a P500 Ultra Posh Pedicure. right. like having prettier feet is the perfect way to win plus points over that.