In one of those US Weekly, she’s just like us moments, the paparazzi caught Sienna Miller in a NYC nail salon getting one of those ten dollars for ten minutes back massages. (There she is getting her rub down…) Now, honestly, when was the last time you ponied up for a massage. For me, I’m looking at a lonnngggg time ago, just over a year—and yep, it was one of those nail salon versions. And the last time I had a real massage, the kind where you get all naked and lie on the over-cushioned massage table was on a vacay about two years ago. But some people are just massage people—they would rather spend their money on an hour of peaceful rubdown than a new pair of shoes, say. (Hey, to each her own, I don’t judge! You get rid of that stress any which way you want, dolls.) So, tell me, wen was your last massage? Are you addicted to the nail salon rubdown, the real deal version or just make your boyfriend/husband work the knots out?