In addition to the passion for extracting sebum that I mentioned in my last blog entry, I have discovered a deep love for another type of extraction—hair! Yes, it turns out that I love waxing. Waxing everything from nostrils to navels, brows to buttocks. I guess I’m just an instant-gratification, conquistador-type chick.
To be honest, I thought waxing was something that would creep me out or even disgust me. But it turns out that I didn’t even know myself as well as I thought I did. It’s a blast.
This could also be because I’m a hairy gal myself. At least, I would be if I weren’t to wax. I’m like a little, hairy monkey. And I know how much I love a fresh wax. What’s more satisfying than going from legs that feel like scouring pads to legs that feel like a baby’s bottom? Not much, if you ask me. It’s right up there with creme brûlée … being fed to me by a certain man with the last name Elba. Yeah, it’s that good.
So why not bring that joy to others? If I can, for a second, make you feel like you’re yachting in the south of France with a bunch of supermodels at your every beck and call—why the heck not?