Saturday, February 09, 2008

to answer your questions and to clear K's name

I realize that no one actually wants to know any more about my ... region than I've already gone into, but I just wanted to make sure that y'all didn't think that K was a misogynistic ape. I just really hate hair. Hair should only exist on my head. Nowhere else. If I could, I would laser my whole body or dip myself into a vat of Nair or whatever I had to just to get rid of motherfucking hair. I realize that waxing your ... region makes you look more similar to an eight-year-old, but my hatred of hair overrides this fact, because I think hair is so incredibly ugly. (On me. I don't care what other people do.)

K did not put me up to this at all; he just came with me to the salon of death for needed moral support, because I needed someone to hold me when I bawled after it was over. He did not encourage me to endure this procedure for to rox his sox. The hair removal was my idea. My very, very, very stupid idea.

Margaret: yeah, I'm thinking laser or nothing. Because the other methods of hair removal in between laser and nothing are either pain like you've never experienced before, or really annoying. And if you're going to shell out $55 for a wax treatment every month, you might as well just shell out for a permanent option that will eventually pay for itself. I'm told that lasering also kind of hurts, but not nearly as much as the waxing of death, and then you never have to deal with it ever again.

In conclusion, I'm never going to go near a waxing salon ever again, a) because it hurts like a motherfucker, b) because I am poor, and c) because I don't want to support such a ridiculous endeavor. I'm not really sure what came over me to make me think it was a good idea at the time, and I don't want to give money to the people that think we need to do this to please men. And then tell you this while they're waxing you.

Did I mention that it hurt like a motherfucker? It really fucking hurts!

Friday, February 08, 2008

(Dumbest Ever) Decision 2008

This post is not about the presidential race, because, as the title says, I'm pretty dumb. Yesterday I made quite possibly the dumbest decision I've ever made: I decided to try a Brazilian wax.

Yes.

Not even just getting my toes wet with eyebrow waxing, then maybe a leg...no, I just went for it full throttle. I figured, everyone else in La Jolla probably does this, I should be able to take it!

Wrong. I was so wrong.

Here is my advice to all of you, male or female: do not get a Brazilian wax unless you have an abnormal tolerance level for pain. That hurt like a motherfucker. You hear people on TV scream while they get a bikini wax, but on TV it's over so quickly...mine was not. I lasted through four strips, screamed like a banshee, and begged her to stop. So...one side is sort of done, and I'm out $42. Can you please tell me why I did this? ???????

Here were the comedic highlights:
  1. wax person: "You've never done this before? How old ARE you?"
me: "Twenty-three...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

wp: "Oh my god, people your age have been doing this for years! Now how cute is your boyfriend waiting out there?"

me: "He's pretty cute...waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!"

wp: "See?" (as in, "See? You need to do this barbaric procedure to keep your boyfriend)

2. me: [throwing head back in dire pain] "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIII!"

wp: "Oh, are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

me: "No, I'm not...I can't do this anymore..."

wp: "Okay, bye!" [goes to Starbucks]


I kid you not, friends. It made me CRY. I made it out of the office and as soon as I left, I cried for like twenty minutes. That shit hurted. Don't do it.