Now I'm not gonna lie, I used to overreact to the close proximity of feet just b/c I didn't like them. I didn't know why, I just knew that I didn't. I wasn't sure if it was b/c I felt like toes were missing a joint or b/c they seemed to always come in a scaly, damp, colorful toed and/or heeled, or "helmet on top" variety when I saw them. But it wasn't until recently that I discovered the scientific backing to why it's not cool off top to let feet loose, and that's "Meat on Meat" (or "MoM" as I'll call it for the rest of this blog). If you think about it, there are only a few elite parts of the body where there is meat slapping on another chunk of meat consistently throughout the day and all of them are considered publicly off-limit areas. Let me list them for you:
1) The Armpits
2) The Vaginal Area
3) A Dude's Sack
5) Large Breasts (in particular that lil crease under them)
6) Any other crease where the meat starts to double up &…
7) FEET (toes in particular, of course)
Now look over the MoM list again and see the family that feet fall into. I think you're beginning to understand. Even past the fact that they're "off-limit", they all generate their own "fragrance" which when smelled unexpectedly is undesirable to 92.3% of the language speaking world (unfortunately you can Google fetishes and find the other 7.7%).
So the MoM Principle is this: Unless we are at an understood comfort level w/ each other, no item in the MoM category should come into the close flesh-on-flesh proximity of another. Think about it, if we were just getting cool, or even if we've been pretty cool-like for a second or three and I walk up and put my sack on your shoulder to get your attention, that wouldn't be cool (excluding all go-livers). Some would even say I was out of line. In most cases, I feel the same way.
W/ that said, the long and short of it is this, although I stand by the fact that there is no such thing as a "cute" foot (there are simply less ugly feet), that's just my opinion, but it's fact that feet fall prey to the MoM Rule. Ladies, b/c of this fact, unless we're to a level where you can playfully call my mom by her first name when we're alone and I can jokingly point out the genetic defects or intellectual deficiencies of one of your family members that only the fam can talk about, don't put them junks on me. If you do, don't be surprised by what gets put back on you. Real talk.