Mani-Pedi

I hated those girls in college who got their nails done and referred to the process as "going to get my weekly mani-pedi...you want?"

Yet, yesterday as the kindly Mexican woman at the Korean run nail salon massaged my aching calves, I couldn't suppress a sigh of contentment--this was the life. At the low low price of $25--a skilled professional would clip, cuticle crop, and color my nails (hand and foot) whilst provided the added benefit of massage.

As I looked around the parlor, there were women of all ages, colors, and sizes basking in the glow of some much deserved pampering. Some comforts are universal in their appeal and comfort--across women in this instance.