I asked my wife and my two sons -- since it's a long way down for this aging body, would one of them be willing to trim my toenails? To a (wo)man, they refused, based, as far as I could see, on an eeeeuuuuwww factor. Feet are somehow dirty and conceivably dirty both literally and metaphorically.
Their refusal struck me as odd. Not hurtful, but odd. What is anyone likely to do when circumstances grow serious and doing what is unusual to do needs to get done. My toe nails, for example, are getting long and if they break off, the risk of discomfort and perhaps infection rises. OK. But an eeeeuuuuuwww factor? Anyone who has changed diapers knows what it's like to get real.
Women, as I understand the vast and largely useless polls that clog the internet, dislike their feet. But feet are what anyone stands on, walks on, runs on. All the effeminately-angry women's shoe designs can't trump the necessity and blessedness of feet. Sooo (to use a popularly vomitorius interjection), why not take care of them and, by extension the feet of others?
Eeeeeeeuuuuuwwwww to feet? Are they too smelly? Too grubby? ... what's the matter with taking care of feet -- mine, yours, or anyone's? Now if I could just reach down their with less discomfort .....