For a long time, I’ve persuaded my boyfriend to get himself a pedicure. He would always decline because:
1. He does not wish to have someone else cut his nails.
2. His soles are very, very ticklish.
Finally, he agreed to get a foot spa with me. He was amused and not a little amazed at how fiddly getting a manicure could be. When the manicurist started exfoliating his soles, this was what he looked like:
If Bern was a blind prepubescent tomboy, I’d say he was Toph from Avatar (the Nick cartoon, not James Cameron’s own Smurf movie).
Edit: Here is Toph getting herself a foot spa.