I recently read a fascinating article on male insecurity to which I will take my readers after they read this post about female insecurity.
One of The problems that needed periodic attention during my traveling days was a couple of corns on my toes that would not go, no matter what kind of shoes I bought. I had reconciled myself to a life time of going to a pedicurist, aka chiropodist regularly. I can tell you they were my guardian angels for many years.
I now go to pedicurists to get my nails clipped and to get a foot massage and those experiences are much cherished outings too.
I digress. I seriously considered going into practice as a pedicurist after retirement as I thought that it was a service that will be much appreciated in and around the suburbs where I lived from where people had to commute to the city to get to the only two pedicurists in town. My readers must be cautioned that those days the ubiquitous Beauty Parlours and unisex saloons that exist now did not exist to the same degree as they do now and I thought that it is a nice niche to get into.
And this is when the female insecurity cropped up. My late wife and love of my life put her foot down and said nothing doing. Her argument was that I would get female clients and that was inviting trouble spelt with a capital T. She had no problems however with my going to a female pedicurist to get my nails clipped!
So, this article sent me on that little story from my eventful life.