Chipped Nail Polish And Other Reasons I Hate The Fashion Industry
A confession: I wear chipped nail polish. Currently, my nails are a bruise-y shade of peacock blue, with one chip on my left-hand index finger. I painted them myself last night. Tomorrow, there will be more chips and by end-of-day Saturday, they will look like several gerbils spent the afternoon nibbling on my nails. Some time next week, probably Tuesday or Wednesday, I will get fed up, self-remove the polish, and start all over again, probably with a color on the exact opposite side of the spectrum. Perhaps an orange-y pink. You never know.
I do not, however, paint my nails to have them chip, nor do I aid nature in the process. I don’t bite my nails, I don’t pick at them. I can barely manage to push my cuticles back when I paint them, let alone pay the art of chipping more attention than the art of painting.
All of this is a long way of saying that the fashion industry is absolutely absurd….
