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I vote for the cuticle. I'll tell you why. My Grandma Bea was a "Beauty Operator". That's what she called herself. Adorable. She had salt and pepper hair, wore scarves over her hair outside, horn-rimmed glasses and liked to push back my cuticles with her little kit whenever we'd sit and watch the Mutual of Omaha sponsored "Wild America" or Kingdom or whatever it was on a Sunday evening at her little house on Layton Avenue.
I would flinch and she'd say "You gotta take care of yourself, like it not my man." I have been missing her since I was twelve.
I leave them alone for the most part but the cuticles on both my middle fingers tends to grow a little more than on the other fingers so I have to push them back every once in a while. What I hate is a "hangnail" which is when the skin and cuticle separate at the side of the nail. Suckers hurt.