Rio de Ja-hair-o
Today marks the end of my first week at the new job. Part of the adjustment period is getting to know the town around you—and this includes finding a good manicure/pedicure/waxing facility. One of my new coworkers recommended a place a few blocks away from the office, so I decided to test it out during my lunch hour by going for a quick touch-up job on my bikini line.
At least that was my intention.
When I arrived at the salon, I was greeted by a big, burly Russian woman named Natasha, who I probably would have run away from had I ever met her in a dark alley. But instead I meekly followed her back to the waxing room—a little closet in the midst of a bunch of manicure and pedicure stations.
As soon as we were alone (me with my pants off), she got down to business. “Vat type of bikeeni vax do you vant?” she asked me.
“Well, I really just need to touch it up a little on the sides. You can see where the hair is growing back—”
“No—you need more zen zat. You need a Brazilian. Eeet vill treem you up nicely. So much better than the regular vax and only $10 more. Much better for you.”
I nodded in agreement, mainly because I didn’t want her to beat me up if I said no.
Now for those of you who have always been mystified about the Brazilian, here are two good facts to know:
1) It doesn’t mean that you take it all off. Just most of it. Natasha was kind enough to leave what she called a small “landing strip” down the middle. (Just what she thinks is going to land there, I don’t know!)
2) In the course of the waxing process, your technician will have to get close to you in ways that would make a gynecologist blush. I didn’t even know my legs could bend that way!
It hurt—a lot. But thankfully it was over in just a few minutes, and I was left with skin that hasn’t been bare since I was about 12.
I was so thankful it was over and done with that I let Natasha also talk me into an eyebrow and upper lip wax to boot. Thankfully, when I went to pay, I realized everything added up was still less than it cost me to get my face threaded at Elizabeth Arden last month. And I am now hair-free for at least another month—Olé!
At least that was my intention.
When I arrived at the salon, I was greeted by a big, burly Russian woman named Natasha, who I probably would have run away from had I ever met her in a dark alley. But instead I meekly followed her back to the waxing room—a little closet in the midst of a bunch of manicure and pedicure stations.
As soon as we were alone (me with my pants off), she got down to business. “Vat type of bikeeni vax do you vant?” she asked me.
“Well, I really just need to touch it up a little on the sides. You can see where the hair is growing back—”
“No—you need more zen zat. You need a Brazilian. Eeet vill treem you up nicely. So much better than the regular vax and only $10 more. Much better for you.”
I nodded in agreement, mainly because I didn’t want her to beat me up if I said no.
Now for those of you who have always been mystified about the Brazilian, here are two good facts to know:
1) It doesn’t mean that you take it all off. Just most of it. Natasha was kind enough to leave what she called a small “landing strip” down the middle. (Just what she thinks is going to land there, I don’t know!)
2) In the course of the waxing process, your technician will have to get close to you in ways that would make a gynecologist blush. I didn’t even know my legs could bend that way!
It hurt—a lot. But thankfully it was over in just a few minutes, and I was left with skin that hasn’t been bare since I was about 12.
I was so thankful it was over and done with that I let Natasha also talk me into an eyebrow and upper lip wax to boot. Thankfully, when I went to pay, I realized everything added up was still less than it cost me to get my face threaded at Elizabeth Arden last month. And I am now hair-free for at least another month—Olé!
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