I don’t know about you, but when I see a business man/professional with dirty and nasty fingernails, it tends to tell me something about the person. It’s pretty much a given that women take care of their hands and nails better than men. And I, for one, love it. Women with pretty hands and nails are attractive. Men, on the other hand, as a rule, don’t seem to do as good a job as the women – and there really is not a good reason why they shouldn’t.  They can either do it themselves or go to a professional and get it done. I do it myself and have for about 30 years.

Manicuring is the care of hands and nails. Weird that it’s a word that starts with “man” and more men don’t practice it as much as women. It is my opinion that businessmen should take care of their hands and nails. Now I’ve done some work in the past where it was almost impossible to keep my hands and nails looking good – but I did it. From building antique replica furniture to loading airplanes to cleaning offices – to name a few – I still always managed to keep my hands and nails in pretty good shape.

I had some training. Almost 30 years ago, before I went to my 10-year high school reunion, I ran into one of the HS sweethearts and cheerleaders – a girl everyone wanted to be with in HS. Long story short – we ended up dating for a few years and attended our 10-year reunion together. Her name is Cathy. You should check out her gallery in Roswell, GA.  Anyway, Cathy purchased for me my first nail file, buffing creme and polisher, and all the other little tools you need to do your nails. And I’ve kept a nail kit together every since then.

Nail care for a man is not that difficult and it damn sure ain’t brain surgery. I do a major job on my nails every two weeks. That means I trim ’em down, do the cuticles (if necessary), take the ridges out and then buff to a light shine. Probably takes me 2 to 3 times longer than if I had a professsional manicurist do it for me but I do a lot better job. Plus there is a lot of satisfaction in doing it. In the summer time, I can knock out this job while the charcoal is getting ready in the grill – thus killing 2 birds with 1 stone (reminder to self … topic for another blog!). Maybe it doesn’t sound very manly, but I can tell you this – during my 19 years of being a batchelor, the women noticed!

If you don’t keep your nails in good shape, try it for awhile and see if you don’t feel better about yourself and see if other people notice – I’m betting they will. If you go to a manicurist, try it yourself – I’m betting you’ll like the results – and you’ll save a few bucks, too. Nice nails on a man just looks good. It says a lot about a guy. You young guys … get started now. It will pay off.

By the way, thanks Cat!


You’ve heard the saying before. When guns are outlawed, only outlaws with have guns. Well, now the PC crowd has decided that the age-old childhood game of Tag needs to be outlawed along with guns and pointy things and dodgeball and anything else that might offend someone or actually teach a kid some real lessons in life. To all of these PC’ers and politicians and bureaucrats who want to be into every aspect of every American’s lives – catch the clue bus – get out of the way.

Life is about Winners and Losers. Sometimes you’re IT.  Kids learn from playing games like Tag and Dodgeball and when I was a kid, mumbly-peg (played with a sharp pointed knife). When will this insanity end? When will Americans just get to the point that they have had enough of this BS? For me, I’m way past that point.

I was a kid during the 50’s and 60’s. Every boy I knew owned a pocketknife and took it to school – everyday. I never knew another kid who killed anyone with his pocketknife. For Pete’s sake, we play a game with knives in the schoolyard playground – in sight of the teachers. Back then, no one I every knew pulled out their knife and threatened anyone, much less killed them. You know why? Because our parents taught us better. Because when you got home you would have gotten your butt whacked with a belt or a switch because some neighbor would have called your parents and told them what you did. And there wasn’t any arguing about who told the truth either. The parent who ratted on you was telling the truth. Everybody’s parents kept an eye on everyone else’s kids. We stayed in line (except for the hoodlums – another post) because we knew the consequences. There are no consequences any more. They need to be taught to be more like a Timex watch than a Humpty-Dumpty – Take a licking and keep on ticking.

I really don’t know how I managed to make it through some 50 odd years of living. I played Tag and Dodgeball. Climbed trees 100 feet tall without adult supervision. Went swimmming in rock quarry lakes that had no bottom (they were a 1000 miles deep as far as we knew). Went off all day “exploring” on our bikes with no cell phone but had better be home by dinner time. Had rock battles at opposing fortresses hidden deep in the woods. Advanced to BB fights with slingshots – you knew not to shoot for the head – the “Kid’s Law of the Land” back then.

I really would hate to be a kid in this day and age. I feel sorry for them. No real freedom. No room to explore. No feelings get hurt. No winners or losers. Just a bunch of ignorant PC adults watching over them to make sure they don’t get a scratch or dent or ding or their feelings hurt. We’re building a nation of wussies, in my humble opinion.

Time to reverse the trend. Get out of the kid’s way. Growing up ain’t brain surgery.

Have a great day!