I generally have a manicure, that manicure unless it is in the last three days of a strict two week schedule, looks flawless. In Girls, Shoshanna refers to her friend who works as a hostess and who has great clothes “and fresh gel nails all the time!” That hostess was me, has been me, I have been that hostess. I even was a hostess for seven months. And my nails were fantastic.
However, there is a certain moment when your gel nails will crack, and then you will do the same shortly thereafter. That initial first nail that chips away in the most unattractive and physically annoying fashion, becomes the equivalent of opening a bag of Reduced Fat Ruffles. The compulsive urge to pick and reveal the thin, fugly nail underneath cannot be suppressed. You contort your arm to get the right angle to chew from, you slide your one good nail underneath the shale-like fragmentation of the others and you proceed to ruin your life.
The result is stubby looking troll fingers that make you wish you knew how to embrace the “natural look”. You then have to start over entirely and grow your nails out. You can’t rush to get another manicure, unless you want to endure extreme pain and potential blood loss. So I implore my fellow manicured sisters to file down your nail at the first sign of chipping. Think of it as a split end, better to nip it in the bud before it gets worse than to let it spread like a cancer and destroy any hope of having the best nails in next Sunday’s brunch picture.
So get yourself some cuticle scissors, (I find them more precise than regular nail clippers) Cut off the offending nail, then file it down as short as you can. If you leave any nail length, the gel polish on top will chip off eventually. Then, you can cover it with a band-aid if you really lack any self control. Which I do.
Stay strong.
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