If you’re the delicate type who never talks to your friends about hygiene or grooming, then I suggest you leave now. We’re not getting graphic or anything. Not even close. But if you felt flush at the mere mention of grooming, this post is not really for you. Thanks for coming by, though. Check out some other posts while you’re here!
One more caveat: If you’re looking for something deep and meaningful today, this is not the place. If, like me, you’re feeling the pain of Monday and can’t wrap your head around anything too serious, then pull up a chair. Let’s talk hair… removal.
The other day my 4-year-old brushed up against my leg and yelped, “Ouch, Mommy! You’re spiky!”
Then he got this sort of awe-filled look on his face. “Mom! Mom, do you have spikes to protect you from predators?”
You have no idea, kid. And also? You may be watching too much Dinosaur Train.
I don’t know if it’s my age or what, but I feel like in the last three months or so I have had more conversations about hair removal than I’ve had in my entire life leading up to this point. Are we, as a society, becoming hair-ists? By the year 2050 will we all be denuded?
Maybe it’s just the warm weather turning our talk to the business of going bare. It’s summer and the pants are short. The bikini line is getting some exposure. Maintenance must be done. As these things go, I’m one of the lucky ones. I’m fair skinned with red-turning-gray-so-it-looks-kind-of-brownish-blondish hair. I can get away with a lot when it comes to grooming. Unless the light is just so, you may miss a few stray eyebrows here and there. Unless you brush up against my protective spikes, you may not see that I haven’t shaved in a few days.
Who are we kidding, though? There are some things – some places – even I have to be careful with. Even I have to put some effort into personal maintenance. But it’s a pain. Time consuming. Irritating, in more ways than one.
In the course of my many grooming-related conversations, a couple friends of mine revealed that they are in the process of laser hair removal. While the idea of having my armpits fried is a little icky, the idea of never shaving them again is very appealing. Letting someone shoot lasers at my delicate lady parts? Freaky. Never waxing, shaving or Nair-ing them again? Very, very appealing.
Thanks to Groupon (love Groupon, by the way), I now have my own coupon good toward laser hair removal. Or I can use the coupon for other beauty treatments. I can’t decide what to do.
So let’s talk. Today I wonder, What’s your preferred method of hair removal? Pros, cons – bring ’em on.