2008/08/28 New York
Torture
Kill
My manicurist did it again. She tortured me last Monday afternoon and managed to badly inflame my toe.
I’m not paranoid, but I leave the possibility open that my manicurist hates men or that she expected me to make her daughter happy. Or perhaps she hates me because I'm still not married.
The next time my manicurist touches my toe I’ll kill her. Or to be more precise I'll tell her: "Don't touch my toe, or I'll kill you."
14 comments
Does that mean that if you're going to see Irina, you want to kill her? Or could you go to Irina for a manicure only as well?
She plays with your feet, man, take care. (I do my hands and feet myself, and not all that bad, in all modesty).
Have you ever thought of the possibility that if she touches your toe it's for your own best?
Sorry for being obvious, but why do you keep going there Arnon? For inspiration?
Or maybe you can take the same approach as you do with you laundry and take a second manicurist: one to actually do your nails and one for the interesting experience.
Arnon, why do you let your manicurist touch your toe?
Torture
Those feet make me jealous.
@arnon
reading your 'love is business ' poems and was wandering: do you still write poetry?
Sandy
I happen to trust my manicurist.
That feet make me think of naughty things
Jeanette
I agree, the average man goes to a pedicure if he wants his feet done. But you don't consider Arnon to be average, don't you?
Arnon,
I didn't know you want to kill for such an insignificant reason. Are you so hypochondric?
Mieke
I've never met our host, nor did I spent a second in the same room with him, so I really wouldn't know how to decribe him as a person.
Did you meet him? If so, what was your foremost impression?
By the way, I'm interested in your definition of the "average man"..........:-)
Jeanette
The first time I saw Arnon was in April 2005 at The night of philosophy in the Felix Meritis in Amsterdam. He was standing in the midst of the crowd in the entrancehall, approachable for anyone who wanted a few words with him. I didn't spoke to him at that time, but I stlll remember clearly his composed behaviour,polite and ver friendly at the same time.
Last time I thought about my definition of the average man. To answer that one, I asked myself what makes a man a man. What do I consider important? What qualities that really matter should he have?Well for me that is sensitivity. For me that's the quality I appreciate the most in a man. Arnon's books proof that he , more than the average man, possesses this quality.