This, my friends, is nothing short of Female Empowerment. For every girl who was a tomboy or an irredeemable nail biter, having false fingernails is a major piece of personal mojo. Suddenly we're walking tall, exuding confidence, feeling sorry for anyone who isn't us. Our hands, for the first time in our lives, look utterly feminine. They appear longer, slimmer, more elegant.
Rings look better on our fingers.
But best of all, we get to buy lots of little bottles of nail polish. After all, the real reason women like makeup is because it comes in so many delightful little pots and tubes with French names. No woman will deny this if confronted by the truth, though they might act slightly guilty and try to justify it by claiming they can actually tell the difference in their skin when they use L'eau du Watteau Superhydrative Biolage Cr me de Nuit instead of good old soap and water. What it really boils down to is a deep emotional need to possess exquisite glass containers and tiny crystalline bottles of mysterious liquids and powders which are to somehow transform us into the breathtaking perfection of female beauty. But the business of false nails is distinctively different even if there is a crossover in the irresistibility of the beautifully packaged containers.