I've been up all night so ...feet!
It's no secret that I enjoy being soft and slathering myself in oils. One thing I particularly like is that my feet are soft and I make an effort to maintain that. Somewhat oddly I don't like pedicures, I'm ticklish plus having my nails filed is the worst feeling ever, sensory issues. On the rare occasions that I've braved the chair in the name of female bonding inevitably the person working on me has commented on my soft feet and has never needed to do the heel shaving or use the pumice stone. I've come to realize that this is somewhat unusual.
There have been a couple of discussions over the years that took odd turns where I recently realized I was being seen as indulged and pampered solely on the state of my feet. Sometimes even judged as trying to be above myself. I find this rather fascinating because I didn't know it was a thing. I'm only guessing but it might be that since I don't below to a social class that has a large amount of discretionary funds available for self care indulges the idea is that I should be working. If not working right now then at least my body should show evidence of past work and like soft hands on a man are likely to get him judged as someone who "has never done an honest days work" my soft feet give the same impression. Calluses are a badge of honor, a testament to hours spent laboring. Just look at how often the image of an overworked and underappreciated woman is summed up by her coming home complaining about her aching feet yearning for a massage or foot bath.
I suppose my desire for soft tootsies could be viewed as mimicry of the privileged domain of those who can afford to have theirs attended to regularly and therefore "putting on airs" but I simply have sensation issues and soft feet rubbing against my legs is more pleasant for me. So funny how the personal can be political in ways I hadn't even considered before. Maybe only getting 45 minutes of sleep makes me more insightful or it could be that I only think I make sense because I'm sleep deprived.
There have been a couple of discussions over the years that took odd turns where I recently realized I was being seen as indulged and pampered solely on the state of my feet. Sometimes even judged as trying to be above myself. I find this rather fascinating because I didn't know it was a thing. I'm only guessing but it might be that since I don't below to a social class that has a large amount of discretionary funds available for self care indulges the idea is that I should be working. If not working right now then at least my body should show evidence of past work and like soft hands on a man are likely to get him judged as someone who "has never done an honest days work" my soft feet give the same impression. Calluses are a badge of honor, a testament to hours spent laboring. Just look at how often the image of an overworked and underappreciated woman is summed up by her coming home complaining about her aching feet yearning for a massage or foot bath.
I suppose my desire for soft tootsies could be viewed as mimicry of the privileged domain of those who can afford to have theirs attended to regularly and therefore "putting on airs" but I simply have sensation issues and soft feet rubbing against my legs is more pleasant for me. So funny how the personal can be political in ways I hadn't even considered before. Maybe only getting 45 minutes of sleep makes me more insightful or it could be that I only think I make sense because I'm sleep deprived.
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