When she's finished with not letting anyone, bar her big sister, win tennis tournaments the world over, Serena Williams is going to be tending nails for a living. This is possibly the strangest thinly veiled endorsement I've read today:
"No one likes getting their nails done more than I do. As a matter of fact I go every four days to get a manicure and every seven days for a pedicure. So, I had a brilliant idea to get certified to be a nail tech. Besides the fact that I am coming out with a nail collection from a company called HairTech (plug, plug, plug), I thought 'Serena, this is a no-brainer'. Immediately after I came home from the Australian Open I researched some schools and enrolled in a course that allowed me to complete 240 hours (that's what you have to do to get certified at least in Fla. [Florida]) at my own pace. The night before my class I made sure I had all my tools, books and gear organised. I went to the Hello Kitty store and bought plenty of containers as well as a backpack to keep my belongings. If I'm not the best, I sure do want to look like it... Not only do I plan on being the top student to graduate from my nail school, but I also intend on being the most fashionable! Don't be surprised if you hear about a part time job I've picked up at a local nail salon."
Imagine. Venturing into a wee nail salon in the outskirts of Florida for an impromptu pedicure. To have Serena Williams bent over your toes, surrounded by her tools, with her Hello Kitty backpack strapped to her back. For some reason the mere notion of it gives me the shudders.
