My old guitar teacher used to play classical guitar at a pretty high level. He said that some of the top guys went to pretty insane lengths to maintain their hands (mostly their fingernails). Stuff like learning how to do almost everything with their non-dominant hand etc.
Entire concerts have been called off because of a single broken nail.[/quote]
Yeah, but at least the guitarist’s hands are PART of his instrument. This man worked hard for many years to master the art of playing it.
The woman in the vid was just born with nice hands. The only thing she cultivated was a primaddona personality to preserve them.
Not the same.[/quote]
Yep, just thought people would find it interesting.
My old guitar teacher used to play classical guitar at a pretty high level. He said that some of the top guys went to pretty insane lengths to maintain their hands (mostly their fingernails). Stuff like learning how to do almost everything with their non-dominant hand etc.
Entire concerts have been called off because of a single broken nail.[/quote]
Yeah, but at least the guitarist’s hands are PART of his instrument. This man worked hard for many years to master the art of playing it.
The woman in the vid was just born with nice hands. The only thing she cultivated was a primaddona personality to preserve them.
Not the same.[/quote]
True.
A guitarist breaks a finger, game over (temporarily).
In all seriousness, though, think about how much her life must suck. Fifteen years of nothing but obsessing over her (not very attractive) hands. If something happens to one of them, her entire identity is destroyed. Hands are tools that lead to many awesome things in life.
My hands aren’t ugly, but they’ve three large, prominent scars, each from a different activity. They’ve got seven little cuts at the moment from wrestling with a dog. They’ve got callouses. One of my fingers no longer closes all the way due to scar tissue.
But you know what? My hands have climbed mountains. Fixed cars. Crafted weapons. Fired weapons. Butchered animals. Fought. Chopped wood. Made leather. Cultivated plants. Repaired roofs. Built buildings. Painted pictures. My hands have been black with motor oil, frozen in snow, burnt. I’m proud of all the things my hands have done.
I understand that it’s her job, and props to her if she likes it. I just can’t imagine it. If I had to choose between being paid $1000 an hour to have my hands photographed in return for being useless, or using them for all the things they do, I’d find a different job. What’s the point of having money if you’re not going to live? What’s the point of living if you’re going to be worthless?
I’ve got to hand it Iron Dwarf, she is a handsome woman.
But after some hand-wringing, I must conclude her personality is very hard to handle. Her primadonna attitude and stupid gestures make me want to give her the finger.
Hands down, she is annoying. I bet anyone who spends significant time with her can’t wait to hand her off to someone else.