Her: "Ugh,
Scotty, I don't know how you stand having your nails like that. Ugh! Like something out of a vampire movie - ugh!"
Me: "I like them."
Her: [exactly what she just said]
Me: [exactly what
I just said]
...
Me: "That reminds me, can I have nail polish or something? I'm getting tired of them bending on things."
Her: *Horrified look* "Uh-uh. That's
Gay.
Girls paint their nails." (Have I mentioned she's an utter misogynist?
)
Me: "It's not painting, it's reinforcing them so they don't break on me." (they're not really likely to anytime soon - the last time I trimmed my thumbnail I found that the trimming was capable of being folded in the same place about 3 times before it even started to form a white line)
Her: [Exactly what she just said, plus a rather rude comment about clipping them]
Me: "Don't they make clear polish, or varnish or something? I don't see how it's girly to make part of you stronger."
Her: [Some other homophobic comment]
She proceeded to glance at them every five seconds or so until we reached my friend's house. I considered telling her to stop, but then I remembered how she always made me cut my hair so I subtly angled them to make certain she'd get an eyeful.