So…did anyone see this story about the carp pedicure? Talk about marrying one of my greatest pleasures with one of my deepest horrors. I can’t stand swimming in bodies of water where there’s a chance I might brush against non-vegetable aquatic life — even if said non-vegetable aquatic life is definitely more scared of me than I am of it and there could be tens of yards between me and it. Fish freak me out. And the idea of having a bunch of them in a little tiny pan so they could chew on my feet…DUDE. How do people come up with these notions? I thought the nightingale-shit facial was bad, but a carp pedicure would squick me so hard I would seriously never unsquick.
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God, I did hear about this somewhere! The thing is, I really hate people touching my feet, which, I understand, is necessary for pedicures. I have to fight my urge to rip my foot away from the pedicurist when she starts gouging nail beds and doing stuff with sandpaper, so I would almost prefer this method. Either that or the cheese grater PedEgg.
However, I’m with you on the weird beauty stuff. There’s a spa up in wine country that buries you under “a huge mound of fermenting, fragrant mulch.” And the mulch is “self-heating.” I know it’s Green and all, but the thought of it totally makes me itch.
Ok THANK YOU for this Tara! Everyone thinks I’m insane. I have the exact same thoughts about this as you. Fish squick me out so severely I can not even express it. This? Is the worst torture someone could think of for me.
I used to have nightmares about fish swimming through the air and being unable to take a step without running into them. (This after an unfortunate childhood incident where I was sweeping the floor and bent down to pick up what I thought was a crust of bread, only to discover the dried up carcass of one of my brother’s fish which had apparently jumped from the tank.) I still have trouble walking past aquariums in a pet store without staring at the ground in front of my feet to make sure nobody has jumped into my path.
So I will avoid any place that even offers a carp pedicure. I don’t even like to sit next to someone who’s having the dead skin scraped off their feet with one of those razor-thingies.