I bought these scissors today (and yes, they are in a pink packet, and yes, they are a bit girly-looking, but men have fingernails too):
As you can see, they’re packed in that type of plastic packing that means they could survive being suddenly shot out of an airlock in a space ship. The type that means you can feel rebellious by defying all conventional wisdom and running with scissors.
The type of packaging, in fact, that’s impossible to open unless you have a pair of scissors.
(The title of the post is relevant, by the way, though you possibly have to be my age to get it).