When I used to bite my fingernails.

It was a simpler time back then.

Green Lantern was white, James Bond actually had cool gadgets(besides an electronic defibrillator) and beef jerky counted as a meal.

My wife encouraged me to stop biting my nails. Now I trim them. But that’s not enough. To keep from scratching her I also have to file them smooth. This makes me feel non-masculine.(I think the word is effeminate, but using that word is non-masculine)

Those were the days.