Pedi-cult Junction
So not Elizabeth Arden: The other day I entered one of about 7,000 nail salons in my neighborhood and inquired whether anyone had time to give a pedicure. A young lady nodded and asked me to choose a color--garnet red--then sat me down in a black massage chair to soak my feet.
"Magazine?" she inquired.
"Oh, yes," I said enthusiastically.
She returned with two Entertainment Weekly's from two years ago, an old Teen Cosmo and an annual report cataloging the atrocities suffered by the Falun Gong in China.
I looked around furtively. Were my piggies in the hands of a cultist?
Other women were in the shop having birds airbrushed onto their nails and drumming their fingers impatiently under the ultraviolet dryer. Nobody looked as if they harbored concerns of being sold to sex traffickers.
Cultural bias, I thought. Mine.
Later, when I "googled" Falun Gong, I learned that while the practice may be a bit unconventional, it's not a cult in the technical sense and adherents have been persecuted by the Chinese government.
Interesting what you can learn in a nail salon.
The Land of Enchantment: Off to Taos this morning with Mom and the nephews. Can you say La Lana Wools? Can you say Weaving Southwest? Lucky, lucky Nake-id girl!
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