How I know you’re not from here.

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October 22, 2012 by annalarissa

Ok, if you know me, you know I have an innate aversion to feet. Ew. They smell, they’re sweaty, there’s stuff between the toes, they aren’t very soft or smooth and they aren’t especially appealing visually. Living in this city in the summer ups that ante ten fold because wearing open-toed shoes or sandals automatically gets your feet covered in a layer of gross city grime. And don’t even get me started on the puddles, because who really knows what that liquid even is?

I have observed something about feet in this city however, mostly by trying to avoid eye contact with strangers on the subway and having little else in the places to look category.

If you’re from here, you polish your toes. It’s not just a luxury, it’s an expectation, one made quite obvious by the mani-pedi signs that grace almost every corner in this city.

The nice thing about this whole situation is the effect of supply and demand. Everyone wants mani-pedis, therefore the price of such a service is far cheaper than those in areas that are not NY.

Realization: In a city of judgement, it really does start at your feet.

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