Mostly thanks to "America's Darling" Julia Roberts, showing me how living in a yurt with no pedicure professionals within many miles is both difficult and savage, but albeit in the noble Indian-tear context, of which she clearly gravitates to.

I wanted to warm up to her at one time, hoping to just get an "in" to her formerly luscious niece Emma, but that also turned into a dud, clearly not worth pursuing.

...but I'd totally still try eating horse meat on some steppe. I see considerably more value in that honest experience.