Manicure, you say?

On the way out of the Park on Sunday, we were passing a group of guys who'd been throwing a football (an American one, obviously) around - big guys, some of them, all kind of late twenties and I overheard an exchange that went something like this:

Guy 1: "You found a manicure shop?"

Guy 2: "Yeah."

Guy 1: "I like them. What'd you think?"

Guy 2: "It was okay. He was, like, pushing this thing under the nails and stuff. Kinda sore."

Guy 1: "Yeah, but it's nice, right, when they're all done."

Guy 2: "Yeah, it-"

Guy 3: "I'm like, all for manicures and stuff. But they put nail polish on you, and it might be clear but it's still nail polish. And that's just kinda gay."

Guy 1 & 2 fell into sheepish silence.