Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Did I miss something? I’ve been walking through the aisles of the IBS Las Vegas tradeshow for the last two days and, in addition to plenty of other things to rant about, I’ve been assured by

Did I miss something? I’ve been walking through the aisles of the IBS Las Vegas tradeshow for the last two days and, in addition to plenty of other things to rant about, I’ve been assured by several polish and gel-polish companies that their products are “solvent-free” (in the case of gel-polishes) and “three-free” or “pregnancy-safe.”
Now, I’ve been watching the slow burn on the traditional polish ingredient witch-hunt for several years. I still fail to see the controversy.
It’s true I don’t really know the history of nail polish chemistry, but it seems to me that the stuff has been around for a long time. And for most of that time, nail polish seems to have been going along, quietly minding its own business without drawing much attention to itself.
So when did all these horrible polish-related deaths, dismemberments, miscarriages, and deformities happen?
When were the tried-and-true chemical formulas for basic nail polish found to be responsible for so many health tragedies that it became necessary to reformulate what had been working for generations?
Never mind the chemical ignorance and subsequent fear of chemistry that pervades our current culture and drives so many of these movements, I just don’t understand how so many people got convinced that a product as mundane as nail polish — which is also quite probably the one nail product with the longest, most intense field testing in our industry — deserves such intense scrutiny.
I’m all for product evolution and I’m not suggesting there may not be room for improvement, but I just fail to find myself convinced that I need to worry about pregnant women wearing nail polish; I’ve never heard a single horror story about a baby born with two heads because its mother couldn’t give up mani/pedis during her pregnancy.
I mean, no one’s DRINKING this stuff, right? But even if that’s the case, I hardly think we should have to change tried-and-true formulas just because of a few Darwin Award candidates.
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Maggie recalls the time she tried to figure out how to dispose of her salon chemicals.
With a vacation approaching, Maggie can’t wait to put some distance between herself and the drama of the salon.
Maggie doesn’t hesitate to confront clients about past sins.
How sick is too sick for a nail appointment?
Maggie is fed up with clients who won’t get off the phone.
Maggie needs to remind herself that she has options.
Maggie is trading in one writing genre for another.
Maggie knows too much about sanitation to get excited about a strange Jacuzzi tub.
Maggie is no longer certain nails are in her long-term future.
Maggie is learning about the downside of success — scheduling is a nightmare.
Maggie contemplates the limits of her charitable impulses.
Maggie is not too keen on clients bringing in their own nail supplies.
Just because Maggie isn’t with a client doesn’t mean she’s not working.
Twenty-two years of doing nails takes a toll on the hands.
Maggie doesn’t want her product reps dropping by.
Maggie enjoys other people’s drama — up to a point.