Pain is being a girl

Continuing the theory of this being my 'girly' year I have yet again attempted another 'girly' thing. This time it was... leg waxing. Now for those of you who have never attempted this bit of torture here is the deal. You grow your leg hair out for about a week (until it is long enough for the wax to stick to it) and then you pay someone to rip it out of your legs. Sound like fun? Well here is the whole story.

Two weeks ago Ms. B and I were getting a pedicure (yes, I got another one even though it tickles so much) and we were talking about other things that the salon we go to does. Ms. B was particularly fond of the leg waxing, I'm not exactly sure why you will have to ask her. So after a week of thinking about it I decided that it might not be so bad. We made a pact the following weekend not to shave and we would meet in one week to have the ladies take it off for us.

A week is a long time for a person who has been shaving most of their lives to not shave. I kept thinking how itchy and nasty my leg hair was and it was driving me crazy. So when Thursday finally rolled around and we were making plans to go and get rid of it all on Friday morning I was very pleased. But also nervous as I can vividly remember the last band aid I had to take off a hairy part of my body.

In getting myself psyched up for this adventure I told my co-workers about the whole thing. They demanded to see what a weeks worth of growth looks like on me. And then they promptly made fun of me. Apparently I am not hairy enough. In fact one of my co-workers even went as far as to say that there would not be enough hair and they wouldn't do it. I was in shock! Not enough!!! I looked like an orangutan!!! However I will note here that for some reason the hair on my thighs does not grow. I didn't shave it at all either but it is still very short and almost non-existent. Genetics are weird. But I am getting off topic...

We showed up at the salon at 9:30 this morning with our hairy legs and the expectation of pain. We were shown into the back room where both Ms. B and I were asked to take off our pants and lay down. Ms. B was saying how hairy she was and put me quite to shame for I was, indeed, quite hairless compared to her. (For those of you who know the saga of being an honorary Armenian, this is just proof the I will never really be one.) Then the fun began. Scaling wax followed by a blissful moment of peace and then rrriiiiippppp! Ouch!!! OK this is not my kind of torture. And what makes it worse it hurts more the longer it goes. The ladies were talking in their language to each other and Ms. B and I were expounding on the pain we were inflicting on ourselves.

The positive... it only takes a little while. Fifteen min of pain vs. two weeks of shaving. I don't know. I still have to do touch-ups and as my legs still hurt I need to wait to see if I am going to have a bad reaction to this (I seem to have bad skin reactions to chemicals and stress on my skin). The negative... pain! And it kinda costs a lot to inflict torture on yourself.

Perhaps the next 'girly' adventure will have to be a little less painful.