The coming of toe.

One of the indicators that summer is coming is that you see more people wearing open-toe footwear. Other than special corporate mandated "fun" wardrobe days, men in my office pretty much have to stick to semi-business casual.

The women, however, can get away with wearing sandals and/or flip-flops. I have no problem with this, but as general rule -- I believe that if you're going to walk around with an exposed body part, that body part should NOT be grotesque to look at.

At a staff meeting last week, one of my co-workers showed up wearing sandals. The room we were in was small with chairs along the outside wall of the room (we were basically all sitting facing each other). The woman in sandals had her legs crossed, therefore dangling one of her feet in the middle of the room. And holy shit, was that an ugly foot.

It was like a man's foot. There was nothing feminine about this crusty brick of flesh wrapped in leather straps. Every hardened crevice was visible as the leg that held it bounced it up and down. Occasionally, Manfoot would vigorously shake her five-toed appendage -- the resulting sound was reminiscent of sandpaper on a rough surface. Good lord, woman, a little Lubriderm goes a long way.

The toes themselves were another type of horror. Every toenail was overgrown, cracked, and YELLOW. I imagined that some sort of endangered fungus had taken residence under Manfoot's toenails, and that she was forbidden to wash her feet for fear that the fungus would become extinct.

And the overgrown nails were also rounded. Now, how fucking lax do you have to be at personal hygiene that you allow your toenails to grow so thick and long enough that they curve along the shape of your toe?