To trim or not to trim

[zoom-zoom]

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I love this place! We need this smilie:

[roguedog]

OMG.

Now that is spit-my-coffee-out, effin' funny. <insert zoom-zoom's smilie here>

P.O.T.D!

Time to go get some paper towels.

OMG all of you!

The good news was that it kept a pair of too loose jeans from falling down.

Edit: Found it!

[PamNY]

Waxing is sooooo painful. In the process, I always sweat, scream and curse (in Spanish ). (

Does cursing in Spanish help? I cursed in English and it didn't seem to make much difference.

[TrekDianna]

OMG, I was just thinking about this the other day after irritation.

[Artista]

does cursing in spanish help? I cursed in english and it didn't seem to make much difference.

lmao!

[Cycling Sister]

This thread is cracking me up!

Shaving and riding = ingrown hairs
Waxing and riding = no problems. With softer regrowth there's less painful maintenance

I haven't had any issues with chaffing or needing to use chamois cream yet. However, my longest ride has only been 50 miles.

[emily_in_nc]

I think every woman tries home waxing. ONCE.

That's how the home waxing kit folks make their sales. I have to wonder if there are ever any repeat buyers.

From one who tried it at home. ONCE.

I shave around the edges and trim the main drag strip. That's it.

[jessmarimba]

I've used the home tape "wax" kits, and had no problem with those. Tried normal wax kit on my legs once and that didn't work as well.

[amnesiac]

OMG no way would I ever be brave enough to wax anything ever. I just use one of those "beard trimmer" things - like a small electric shaver thing that you can put plastic guards on depending on how close you want the trim. I only shave the bikini line during the summer when I'm at the pool.

[Cycling Sister]

I use a brazillian hard wax at home. It hurts less for me to pull off the wax than someone else. Maybe it's a psychological thing; feels like I'm more in control. It's not near as painful as when I used to pay someone else to wax me.

[2wheelr]

Have you ever read this story? I still have tears running down my face from laughing.
I will also NEVER wax my hoo-ha.

All hair removal methods have tricked us with their promises of easy, painless removal. The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now.... The Wax!!

My night began as any other normal weekday night. Come home; fix dinner; played with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours; "Maybe I should pull the wax out of the medicine cabinet?"

So I headed to the site of my demise; the bathroom. It was one of those cold wax kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand and then they get warm and you peel them apart, press it to your leg (or wherever else) and hair comes right off!

No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm no girly, girl, but I am mechanically inclined enough that I can figure it out. *YA THINK!!!*

So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other, stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. Cold wax my rear end (Oh, how this phrase haunts me!). I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull.

OK... So it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this!!! Hair removal no longer eludes me!! I am She-Ra, fighter of all wayward body hair and smooth skin extraordinaire!!

With my next wax strip, I move "north". After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of the bikini line, covering the right half of my vagina and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip). I inhale deeply and brace myself.... RRRRIIIIIIPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!

I'm Blind!!!!! Blinded from pain!!!!!!... OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!

Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half of the strip. S**T!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP... Everything is swirly and spotted. Do I hear crashing drums????? OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy - A wax covered strip with my hairy pelt that has caused me so much pain, sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it!

Where is the hair?? WHERE IS THE WAX? Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair... The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax. S**T!!! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair.

Then I make the next BIG mistake . . . . . . . Remember, my foot is still propped up on the toilet. I know I need to do something, so I put my foot down. DAMN!!! I hear the slamming of the cell door.

Vagina? Sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut!!! I penguin walk around the bathroom, trying to figure out what to do and think to myself, "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off."

Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right?? *WRONG!!!!*

I get in the tub - The water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse that having your nether businesses glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub. In scalding hot water!! Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub!!! God bless the man what convinced me I should have a phone in the bathroom!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she's waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter, "So my butt and who-ha are stuck to the bottom of the tub!" There is a slight pause. She doesn't have a secret trick, but does try to hide the laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located on bottom, "Are we talking cheeks or hole or what?"

She's laughing out loud by now... I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!! Right!!!!!! I would be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions, I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water, and then dry shaving the sticky wax off!!!

By now, the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I slip into glazed donut land. My friend is still talking with me as my hand reaches towards the saving grace... The lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point. I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids, scared the dickens out of my friend, but I really don't care!!

"IT WORKS!! IT WORKS!!" I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice, to my grief and despair... THE HAIR IS STILL THERE... ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!

So, I shaved it off. Heck, I'm numb at this point.


Next week I'm going to try hair color . . . . . .

[Catrin]

OMG, that had me laughing so hard that tears are rolling down my face. I've never had the desire to wax my girly bits and after reading that I certainly NEVER will!

We really need that animated graphic with the little laughing face rolling back and forth

[PamNY]

That's hilarious. Probably really happened.

[OakLeaf]

That's hilarious.

But seriously: the doc says don't. And that's aimed at people who don't spend hours riding around in a damp chamois.

[Blueberry]

That's hilarious.

But seriously: the doc says don't. And that's aimed at people who don't spend hours riding around in a damp chamois.

Interesting. Looks like that article has been quoted, and criticized - her response is here (I'm not in any way suggesting the original wasn't 100% right - just an interesting reaction she has gotten).