Although my waxer tells me BS stories about women who read magazines and talk on the phone while getting their vaginas waxed (who are you!?), I believe most of us find the process appropriately painful. I use numbing spray and Advil and still, I sweat and occasionally tear up. You’ll see no such pansy assery from Rihanna. According to a gossipy employee at Fuzz Wax Bar in Toronto, Rihanna enjoyed her Brazilian waaaayyy too much.The “insider” reports:
“One of our estheticians brought Rihanna the numbing cream but she just laughed. Most women find a Brazilian wax very painful but she just said: ‘No way, I love the pain. It feels good to me.’ … RiRi was escorted to a treatment room with very thin walls and not a scream or squeal was heard. In fact, it sounded like she was enjoying herself. She was singing and humming songs all through the treatment. None of us could stop laughing.”
New urban waxing legend: women who love the pain so much that they sing while getting they’re pubic hair ripped out. Thanks, RiRi! [Dlisted]
It’s always a bit uncomfortable when famous women accidentally (or on purpose) overshare about what kind of hairstyles they’re rocking down south. Recently, a chance to have dinner with Gwyneth Paltrow was auctioned off to a pair of Australian DJs for $30,000. Why they paid that much, I don’t know. But luckily they were recording the whole thing because during their date with Gwyneth, she had a few too many drinks and talked about her vadge:
“‘I got a big ’70s bush.’ Which I was kidding. But then it was all a disaster. And now I look like an eight-year-old girl, basically …. Every time I have a bikini wax, Cameron Diaz holds me down …. Cheers to our hairless vaginas!”
I don’t know what feels more uncomfortable to know: the fact that Gwyneth’s vagina looks like her daughter’s or that Cameron Diaz restrains her while she gets waxed. Well, at least she wasn’t complaining about how boring the Met Gala was. That’s really bad first date conversation. [WOW]
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This past weekend, Hugh Jackman was minding his own business, working out at his West Village gym when a crazy fan attacked him with her pubic hair.
Forty-seven-year-old Kathleen Thurston allegedly followed Jackman to the gym and managed to slip past security to throw an electric razor full of her pubes at him while screaming, “I love you!” (If a razor full of bush doesn’t show how much you care, I don’t know what does.) Keep reading »
There’s seriously no better way to end a week than to discover my spirit animals Kathie Lee Gifford and Hoda Kotb spent a whopping eight minutes discussing the piece I wrote about what your pubic hair says about you. Watch the incredibly hilarious segment above, in which both Hoda and Kathie Lee reveal their potentially surprising pube styles. And then check out the original piece, to find out whether I got your pubic personality right…
Was anyone else really competitive about hitting puberty? When the other girls in my 6th grade class started wearing bras, I begged my mom to buy me one even though I had nothin’ but beestings. And when I was one of the first to get my period, I felt like the Queen of some really cool club. And pubic hair? You’d better believe my best friend and I compared our down there hair growth when we were supposed to be doing homework. Ahh, how clearly we understood the significance — pubic hair was among the first signs that we were becoming women. But how little we knew about its potential to be high maintenance. In the years since I got my first little thatch, pubic hair grooming has become a major industry. You can let it grow wild, you can trim it, you can shave it, you can wax it, hell, you can slap a bedazzled bird on it. In fact, how you groom your pubes says a lot about you*, like… Keep reading »
I didn’t physically prepare for my first orgy. My husband and I talked about boundaries and asked the friends who invited us about party etiquette. But I didn’t put much thought into what I looked like because I wasn’t planning to do a whole lot. I wanted to meet people, maybe kiss and fondle a few, and generally take in the experience as an observer in order to judge whether a second orgy was in my future. So I planned for comfort rather than beauty. I wore attractive but conservative clothing. My bra was snazzy, but my underwear was generic. And I didn’t even consider trimming my pubic hair.
I’ve never shaved my pubic hair. When I was a teenager, I read “The Vagina Monologues,” which features the harrowing account of a woman whose ex-husband shaved her bush without her enthusiastic consent. I decided right then that I never wanted to shave down there. The occasional hygienic trim, sure, but I’d never shave or wax or remove it in full. Pubic hair serves a purpose, and I like having it. (Plus, don’t let my kinkiness fool you – I hate pain. I don’t even tweeze my eyebrows because it hurts. So the thought of a bikini wax makes my toes curl, and not in an orgasmic way.) Keep reading »