The last few weeks, as Meghan and I wrap up all the loose ends and pull college-style all-nighters pushing towards the Shoestring launch, have wreaked havoc on mind and body. Especially my feet and shoulders.
Call it succumbing to either overwhelmingly effective viral marketing or a sad and sudden realization (thanks to opening a Mint.com account for article research and seeing all my shopping sins laid out in pie charts) that a shocking slice of my weekly budget goes to nail care. Whatever it was, I walked into the CVS in my hometown for cat food and toilet paper last weekend, and walked out with none other than the "As Seen on TV," $9.99 PedEgg
My friend Jeff, who has made chronicling infomercials somewhat of a passionate hobby, is especially going to love ragging on me for this impulse buy. But try as I might to be skeptical and find it a total waste of money, the truth is: I'm hooked on the damn thing.
Not since my middle school adolescence and the awkward mix of hormones and anxiety that led my entire generation to the Biore Strip
I've been told that having a razor used during your regular pedicure does the same thing (if not better), but never have my nail shops asked to use or produced one during a visit, and on my last trip to Manhattan, it seemed they were actually illegal there according to the board of health...anyone care to add their thoughts or share their experience?
Until then, I'll be on the couch watching HIMYM with dog, Ginger, and my new BFF the PedEgg
