Hair today, gone tomorrow: #1

Right then. Let’s talk about hair. Hair down there.

But first, let me put this out there: I’m fancying a merkin.fuzzy-heart-merkin

You see, in my younger days, I had a pretty decent bush. Not too thick and not too thin. Relatively easy to control, although it did meander slightly down the insides of my thighs (and perilously close to my knees in the winter)…but anyway, nothing a sharp razor wouldn’t fix.

But the razor rash was a swine. So one day I decided to try waxing. By god it hurt. A good friend of mine is a beauty therapist and she did it for me. How she laughed and called me names as I screamed and squirmed and swore like a navvy – and the more I screamed and swore, the more she convulsed with laughter (she’s not particularly mean, I was just pretty inventive with my swearing). Of course, laughter renders you momentarily weak (think about your knees buckling when you laugh really hard), so instead of whipping the hair out at the speed of light (and therefore marginally less painfully), she was actually wrenching it slowly and agonisingly out of my bits like some kind of sadistic beauty-therapy-based torturer. Which is every bit as painful as it sounds.

waxing some eecards

Unsurprisingly, we had to abort this particular mission, and decided to try again another day. So we did. I still screamed and cursed, but she didn’t laugh, and we eventually got the job done (thanks mainly to the small bottle of vodka I necked just before we got started).

Or at least we thought we had. On closer inspection –  both of us peering down together at my blood red, angry-looking groin – we realised that instead of pulling the hairs out, they had actually been ripped off at the roots. My super-pubes were so strong, so deep-rooted, that they just refused to come out. Hence all the super-pain I’d been in. See?? But I tell you, she’d given them a bloody good going over: I went on holiday two days later with extensive mottling/blue-black bruising all over the insides of my thighs, which actually resembled huge, juicy love bites. Classy. Although to be fair we were in Ibiza so I didn’t look that out of place, but even so…

 

 

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2 comments

  1. Thank you for this hilarious post! I identified much with the first part of the post, but I am sure eventually I might be dealing with the same blading issue (nice irony eh?). I have a friend who just turned 30 who is also facing the same issue but that’s because she tried once to remove her bush permanently but couldn’t handle the pain so stopped, which left her instead with permanent bald spots.
    The things women go though for this body hair nightmare!

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    1. Aww thank you – you’re welcome 🙂

      Ouch – your poor friend..I have a good friend who decided to DIY and actually ended up stuck fast to the living room carpet, and then to her over-inquisitive, wiggly dog! The more they struggled, the worse it got – took her hours to extricate her and the dog.. Yep, hair’s a ‘mare… thanks so much for commenting, I’ll be posting pretty regularly on all kinds of stuff so keep an eye out for more x

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