Or do they?
Now I'm a manly man, and I've got the chest hair to prove it. As we all know, manly men don't do girly stuff.
So last year, when my wife kept pestering me to come with her and have pedicures together, it was with some trepidation that I finally acquiesced.
As I entered the shop, I took a quick look about to make sure no one I knew was watching, then quickly ducked in the door.
Thankfully, we were taken to a room in the back, and not put on display in the front window as we had our treatment.
Jokes were made about what colour nail polish I would prefer, and I think the girl was a little taken aback when I only half jokingly picked one out. (Relax, I didn't get the polish.)
Anyway, she wasn't more than two minutes into the job and I was a convert. If you haven't tried this, you should.
I've been back 3 or 4 times since, and I plan to keep doing it. It's a great pampered feeling and it keeps the tootsies feeling great for a long while.