Anyone Want To Go Brazilian?
I’ve been toying with the idea of Brazilian Bikini Waxing… I read a really cool article on it. Not saying that Brazilian waxing is cool… just that I liked the article. I’m a regular eyebrow waxer, I figure my next step is leg waxing, from there I’m going traditional bikini… whether I’ll go the full-blown Brazilian, remains to be seen. Well, not that I plan on showing anyone… I meant that as a figure of speech.
Brazilian waxing sounds like a horror story waiting to happen if you don’t find someone who is really good at it. Although, apparently the Brazilian sisters who started the first Salon to do Brazilian waxing here in the U.S. (in New York) are quite the experts and fairly quick about their business as well (clocked at 15 minutes). Still, 15 minutes of waxing still sounds like a pretty long time for someone to be poking around your unmentionable region when they don’t have the appropriate medical certifications framed on their wall… if you know what I mean.
The thing that really freaked me out is that these sisters prefer not to wear gloves during the waxing (at least at the time this article was written). I’m MORE than a little freaked about that. I don’t think that is a common practice in most salons though… at least I would hope not. That’s just a little too… well, never mind.
Still, I couldn’t resist posting on the topic here after it came up over at www.zazzafooky.comduring the blogathon… are things getting a little weird or what? Fatigue can do strange things… I guess we never really get past the stage of “the later the hour the sillier I get” only as you get older you have more reissue` things to get silly about.
I am becoming more fascinated with how far women will go in the line of beauty. They teach torture techniques (somewhere, I’m sure) that aren’t nearly as bad as the stuff we electively do to ourselves. Waxing? Childbirth? Liposuction?
My mother was conscious (CONSCIOUS!!!) when she had a plastic surgeon give her an eyelift. That is a story I’ll have to tell sometime. Even though it will mean eventually throwing myself on my mother’s mercy. (I’m still paying for mentioning her hysterectomy… which I don’t understand. She joined “Hyster Sisters” online and THEY sent her a BIRTHDAY CARD… but I mention the “H” word ONE time and I’m facing the double barreled, green-eyed, if-looks-could-kill, glare of Mommy Dearest).
Men ought to hang around and listen to women talk before the term “penis envy” is ever used again. We aren’t envious or obsessed with their appendages. Apparently, we are quite obsessed with the soap operas that go on between our legs.
That did NOT sound very nice, did it?
What I am trying to say goes back to my previous post “Estrogen Filled Afternoon.” If you get a group of women together the conversation will invariably turn to gynecology, child birth, and other affairs of the derriere (sorry, couldn’t resist).
Apparently, this includes conversations about Brazilian Waxing as well.
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August 6th, 2005
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Posted in: Girl Talk, Personally
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