I went and got my nails done on Friday. I picked this color. I love it:
My manicurist wasn’t so sure. “It’s really blue…it’s really blue, but you are young. Will your husband let you pick that color?”
“Um, what? My husband doesn’t LET me do anything…the only thing my husband FORBIDS me to do is sleep with other men. I don’t think he would like me to date other people either. Kissing is probably out to. Otherwise, everything is pretty much free range. He certainly doesn’t have an opinion on my nails.”
My manicurist looked shocked that I said that. But really, we live in a world where men forbid women from putting a color on their nails? Doug would certainly be entitled to say to me “I don’t like that,” but LET ME? I don’t think so.
It’s nail polish. He also doesn’t veto my clothes or my hair. He would probably wish I bought a little less shoes but truth be told the man never says a word to me.
Can we discuss this? On second thought, I don’t want to. I don’t serve my husband. I actually don’t disagree with the notion that women can’t have it all and you should try to make your partners better but the rest of that makes me want to vomit.
I think I am going to pick the most obnoxious nail polish colors on the planet and see how long it takes Doug to say anything.
Shit, that’s a bad plan. I keep forgetting he reads this blog.