Ever since I started rockin’ bangs a few months ago, an eyebrow emergency has been steadily escalating on my forehead. If no one can see what my brows look like, what’s the point of waxing them? I can save money and time and stop humiliating myself by being such a sissy about the pain! But I’ve recently decided to grow my bangs out again — too much hassle, I can’t deal — and it was time to make a waxing appointment. I wanted it done well, seeing as its been awhile since I’ve waxed, so I made an appointment at Anastasia Brow Bar at Sephora … and found myself forking over $32 plus tip. Keep reading »
I am the only woman in NYC who has never gotten waxed. This is a fact. If someone collected statistics, the numbers would definitely confirm it.
You could say I’m a bit of a wild woman. My hair is unpredictable, my nail polish is usually mostly chipped off, I can’t do a pantsuit to save my life and I have all sorts of body hair.
I know, I should be ashamed. I once wondered if anyone would ever love me. You’d think not, but actually, I’ve been married for a year! It doesn’t count, though, because he’s the hairiest man in the world. He’s basically half wildebeest. So he doesn’t notice these things. That’s the only possible explanation. Keep reading »
“This is way too much information, but I don’t like girls with nothing down there either. It freaks me out. You have to have something, otherwise it’s fucking creepy.”
– Daniel Radcliffe tells Heat magazine that he does not like a bald beaver. Luckily my bald beaver does not like Daniel Radcliffe, but I am always happy to hear about the pubic hair preferences of (guys who played) child wizards. Radcliffe, of course, bared his ample thatch (I just love that word) of pubic fuzz when he appeared nude in the play “Equus.” [Dlisted]
When pubic hair first appeared on my adolescent body, I was mortified. I wanted it gone as quickly as it sprouted. It just felt, for lack of a better word, bizarre to have it there. But at the age of 11, waxing was not option. Well, maybe it is nowadays, but in the late ’80s, that was not a something that happened.
By the time I got to college and started getting naked with boys, I felt mortified afresh when, after receiving oral sex for the first time, my boyfriend stepped back from my vagina, and pulled a long pubic hair out of his mouth. I thought I would never recover. He didn’t seem to mind one bit. It was 1996.
After we broke up, I started sleeping with an older guy who was absolutely wild about giving cunnilingus, full bush and all. His enthusiasm made me start to like my pubes. Keep reading »
I’m all for frank talk about sex, pornography, and women’s ladyparts. In fact, I try to freak out Amelia with my favorite gross phrase for my nether regions on the regular. [Ick. -- Editor] But even I don’t want to think about Brazilian waxing while I’m sipping my morning coffee.
Anyone watching “The View” this morning was not so lucky: Whoopi Goldberg began discussing her love for porn and then criticized the changing appearances of the actresses’ pudendas. Really, that’s the word she used — pudendas. Keep reading »
Congratulations, Ministry of Waxing and PETA! Your labia-like furry clutch with the words “Wear ‘bare skin’ not fur” is successful, at least in the sense that I have mentioned you in a blog post saying, “Oh my goodness, that is quite the advertisement.” Unfortunately, your ad doesn’t make any sense. If a woman is waxing off her ladybush, isn’t she more inclined to be chilly and want to wear fur? Like, say, a little fur merkin made from mink, haha? [Sociological Images] Keep reading »
This has been the summer of strange bikini waxing experiences. First, a waxer I found through a Living Social deal was a double-dipper. Then last week, I tried another waxer, who I found through Groupon. I had a rather pleasant experience, but something the esthetician said has confused me, and I’m not sure if I should be insulted or thankful she was trying to help me. Keep reading »
It’s no secret that I’m not a fan of body hair. It’s also no secret that times are hard. So lately, I’ve been on quest to find a more affordable bikini waxer because it costs about $72 for a Brazilian wax and 20 percent tip at the spa I’ve been patronizing for the last three years. I considered going back to the Aveda Institute, the place where I had my first wax, but the students there don’t do Brazilians, and a well-groomed Afro down there doesn’t appeal to me. Then, LivingSocial had a $20-Brazilian wax deal and I was delighted to purchase it. Too bad it didn’t occur to me that Brazilians are best performed at establishments, by whom you know because the waxer was a double-dipper!
If you’re a fan of “Tabatha’s Salon Takeover,” a fan of waxing, or have basic logic in regards to hygiene, then you know that waxers should use a new wooden tong each time they scoop out hot wax. The waxer I went to on Tuesday did not. Keep reading »
“I guess you could call [my views on sex and relationships] conservative. I think there is a lost art to being a woman. … I have this romantic part to my nature and maybe that’s why I find it difficult when I see this kind of vulgar approach to women today. I think there’s too much homage being paid to pole dancers, let’s put it that way. I mean I’m all for body beautiful but my God there’s a head attached. Can we use that too? Come on girls!”
— ’60s bombshell Raquel Welch might have been an international sex symbol, but she is actually quite horrified at what she sees as over-sexualization of women today. After the jump, Raquel gives PopEater a piece of her mind about Brazilian bikini waxes and why the ’60s feminist movement was “uncharitable” — i.e. dismissive — towards her. Keep reading »
Toy companies have made it easy for Child Protect Services: just park at Toys ‘R Us near the slutty wolfwoman doll and snag whomever’s hand in the beartrap of poor decisions. Much like Barbie, Mattel‘s Monster High doll, Clawdeen Wolf, sports a lush head of hair, a fur-lined jacket, and the shortest of miniskirts. But it’s Clawdeen’s grooming habits that are questionable for little tykes. “My hair is worthy of a shampoo commercial, and that’s just what grows on my legs. Plucking and shaving is definitely a full-time job but that’s a small price to pay for being scarily fabulous!” trills the copy on Clawdeen’s box, which also mentions her pasttimes include “waxing, plucking and shaving.” Did I mention Clawdeen Wolf is for ages six and up? Just make sure to wipe the Nair off the pacifier before you pop in back in baby’s mouth, mommy.
[Mattel] Keep reading »