December 24th, 2009 
Melia This little ditty goes out to @CodeNameMama from Twitter. She’s awesome, simply because she responded to my Tweet about wanting to do reviews for all of the “as seen on TV” products, after seeing the ad for The Sure Clip or The Neckline Slimmer (WTF?) and thinking of all of the nails I clip here not to mention all of the necks that could really use slimming, in MeliaLand, and how I should just specialize in writing reviews for obscure fascinating, hilarious, horrible products in order to secure (and document it, FTC) some fabulous or not swag.
From her two Tweets, @CodeNameMama seems a bit squeamish about bodily shedding. It may be her statement that she has a “major problem w/shed body stuff,” but I will admit that I tend to read into people’s words too much, so I fully admit I could be making a mountain out of her molehill. (Insert Beavis laughter).
So, @CodeNameMama, here’s the story. Pull up a beanbag, grab some cheese straws and a filty martini, and listen up. I somehow managed to care enough about my feet one summer in a galaxy far, far away to get two pedicures. The first one was uneventful, but the second one went a little like this:
Pedicure Tech (rubbing salt scrub on my legs): hey, you miss *this* spot shaving.
Me: Yeah, well, I have a bunch of kids and I’m lucky if I can…
PT: You miss it last time, too.
Me: *blink*
****300 years later***
PT: I scrape feet now, ok?
Me: Sure, that sounds like fun.
PT: *scraping heels like there’s no tomorrow* See? *motions to pile of disgusting skin flakes in her lap* Not so bad, eh?
Me: Had I known this was a competition, I would have trained for it. *blink*
There you have it *bows*
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It’s funny, I’ve always been ok with *my* hair and nail clippings, but other people’s ick me out. I have a visceral reaction when a stylist fails to sweep someone else’s hair and I have to tiptoe through it on my way to the chair. Or when the sun shines just the right way in a nail salon and you realize with horror that you are *breathing in* other people’s nail and skin particles as they are sloughed off. (shudder x 2)
Anyway, what’s funny is that now I’m ok with my son’s bodily leftovers. I don’t even vacuum after I trim his nails! (Deep confession of the day) But that hasn’t really made me more amicable to anyone else’s shed cells. Ew. I might not have been able to watch that exchange
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Melia Reply:
December 28th, 2009 at 4:00 pm
I am pretty sure that I didn’t want to be there at that time, so I can only imagine the horror an innocent bystander must feel, hence my need to share with the Internets.
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