if he wanders offâthen you hit the button and a tiny nose hair extractor shoots out. Flies right out of your finger so you can remove those nasty little nose hairs on the go. That would be amazing. Iâm gonna patent that.
By the way, itâs not just my nose hairs that are turning white.
My pubes, too.
Sprouting white as Santaâs beard. Like a snow bush. I dye that area, too. I cannot allow people to see meâeven in the privacy of my bedroomâand say, âWho are you? Youâre not George Lopez. George Lopez does not have long white sinewy nose hairs and a snowy white pubic area. No. Thatâs not George Lopez. Or if it is, I have to say, what happened to you?â
Now back to the confession. And this has nothing at all to do with vanity.
I paint my toenails.
And Iâm proud of it.
At the momentâIâm looking at them right nowâI have painted my toenails black. And they are looking
sharrrp.
Yes, black. Well, a shade of black. I would call this a deep midnight black, not a subtle, soft black that you could pass off as a navy blue or charcoal gray. I am aware of all of the various shades. There are dozens.
Why do I paint my toenails?
Two reasons.
First, as I mentioned, my feet are important to me. You get old, your toes get beat up, your nails get chipped and cracked and ugly and messed up. So I paint my toenails to protect them.
Second, my toes look awesome painted.
Hey, a lot of guys do it.
At least, a lot of guys I know.
The first guy who told me he painted his toenails was Shaquille OâNeal. Yes,
that
Shaquille OâNeal. All seven feet, three hundred fifty pounds of him. I thought, âIf Shaq paints his toenails, not only is there nothing wrong with painting your toenails; painting your toenails is cool.â So, yes, if Shaq paints his toenails, Iâm gonna paint mine. And if you have a problem with that, Iâm gonna tell Shaq that you think heâs a pussy because he paints his toenails.
I donât paint them myself. That would be weird. I go to a nail salon. Same place Shaq goes to.
First time I went there, I figured Iâd just get a pedicure. I wanted to go slow, take it a step at a time. I didnât think about putting on any polish. When the pedicure lady finished, she said, âYou want color?â
I said, âNo. No color.â
She shrugged and said, âShaquille OâNeal, he come, he put color. He put black.â
I said, âShaq put on black?â
âYes. Mr. Shaquille put on black.â
âYou know what? Do that. Give me the same thing Shaq gets. Put black.â
âOnce you go black, you never go back. Hahahaha!â
She went to work. She took her time, applied the black toenail polish like an artist with a tiny brush. When she was finished, I stared at my feet for about thirty seconds. I felt strange. It felt as if I were looking at somebody elseâs feet. I wiggled my toes just to be sure.
âYou like?â
âYou know what?â I said. âItâs all right.â
That was fourteen years ago. Iâve been painting my toenails ever since. And Iâve branched out from black. Iâve experimented with silver and purple and even veered off a single color and tried designs. Iâve gone with sparkles and swirls and some spots and crackles. After all my experimentation, I always end up going back to a solid color. Those other toenail designs are too feminine. Painting my toenails seems totally natural now. I canât imagine my piggies without polish. Iâve become a toenail-painting fool.
I know. It seems crazy. You never wouldâve thought that I, George Lopez, would paint my toenails and actually like the way my feet look. I never wouldâve thought that, either.
When you turn fifty, you shouldnât be afraid to try new things. Itâs time to expand your thinking. Shake things up.
Some advice.
Before you go into the box, think outside the
Robert Jordan, Brandon Sanderson