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November 18, 2006

Day Eighteen - I Need My Face

I think it's time for me to accept that some women are just meant to sport the Frida Kahlo look, and I am one of them.

Remember last year, when a waxing technician tried to turn me into Vanilla Ice? I should have taken the hint then and just stopped with the hair removal, already.

In light of family photos that are being taken next weekend, I hauled myself to a salon - not the one that gave me the funky white boy brow - this morning for a trim and a wax.

This is not what you want to hear in the moments before someone yanks hair out of your face: as I settled into the chair and the stylist-type person started smearing hot wax onto my brow, this is what I heard on the sound system:

Do ya do ya want my face, I need it!

And something deep within my gut screamed, "NO! You can't have my face! I won't let you rip it off with your hot wax, and your soft muslin strips! Run! I'm running as fast as I can away from you, Sadistic Waxy Lady!" But then I would be left with hardened wax on my face and no way to remove it. Surely that's worse than the wax lady wanting and needing my face for her very own. I ignored my gut and stayed put.

You don't want my face. Really. The upkeep is far too time-consuming. And there's this scar by the right eye that's been there for 31 years. You don't want that, Waxy Lady. Foxy Waxy Lady.

So I clinched and bore through the pain. More pain than usual. I screamed Kelly Clarkson's name twice instead of my usual once, partially from the pain, and partially because Foxy Waxy Lady sort of looked like her. That is, if Kelly Clarkson didn't win "American Idol" and decided to pursue a career in professional face-snatching.

Later tonight, B., Clara Jane and I went to dinner followed by a romp through the play area at the mall. Is there anything worse than a mall play area on a Saturday night? If given the option between sitting in a crowded mall play area on a busy Saturday night and spending a night in jail, I'm pretty sure I'd choose jail. The mall play area is loudest, most chaotic place this side of a Scottish soccer stadium on Free Beer and Crobar Night, and only slightly less dangerous. Within fifteen minutes, my forehead was throbbing, inside and out. I was pretty sure it was my frontal lobe, detatching from the main portion of my brain in protest. I closed my eyes - sweet, blessed darkness - and rubbed my forehead, sending fiery jolts of pain through my skin and into my eyes.

When I got home, I discovered good news and bad news.

Good news: my frontal lobe is still right where it belongs.

Bad news: my unsightly stray eyebrown hairs have been replaced with layers of dark purple, slightly greenish bruises above my brow and covering my eyelids.

Unibrows aren't so bad. Really.

Posted by Robin at November 18, 2006 09:37 PM

Comments

"The mall play area is loudest, most chaotic place this side of a Scottish soccer stadium on Free Beer and Crobar Night, and only slightly less dangerous."

I am crying over the beauty of this sentence. You are a wordsmith, and I am jealous.

Posted by: Meghan at November 18, 2006 10:58 PM

Ouch! I've always wanted to try waxing, but I guess I'm just used to the plucking. I've been doing it for, well, over a decade now. I'm just a plucky chick!

P.S. That fucking song is going to be in my head until I fall asleep.

P.S.S. Speaking of faces, the Black Keys rocked mine off tonight.

Posted by: Exena at November 19, 2006 12:48 AM

I am also quite Plucky... I'm so plucky, I keep tweezers in my pocket just in case I discover a stray that needs to be yanked.

I've had one "professional" leg-waxing, but it'll be a while before I give in and try that again -- I don't want to hear my "professional" say anything like "Oops, Huh-oh, Does that burn?"

;)

Posted by: Debbie at November 19, 2006 11:21 AM

I'll tell you a secret - I can't pluck because it makes me sneeze and cry at the same time. Making an appt. to get waxed is just too much trouble and they don't like me bringing the boys. So I shave. They sell these little tiny razors on long stems that are perfect for the eyebrow. And I use a regular razor for the mustache because it's quick and I'm lazy. Now, I'm fair-skinned so that might make a difference.

Posted by: Lunasea at November 19, 2006 11:51 AM

My unibrow and mustache never bothered me but apparently they bothered other people. I let a friend pluck my eyebrows when I was in college, so now I have to keep on doing that. And I started using Nair for the mustache after some little kid said, "Look, Mommy, that lady has a mustache!" This is all too much trouble for me.

Posted by: Katya at November 19, 2006 01:49 PM

how bad am i? i've given up on caring about my wayward hairseses... make up kara used to pluck obsessively... but i'm wondering if the pendulum will swing and i'll be just like katherine helmond in 'brazil' when i grow up? teeheeeheeee.

and a mall playground? there is such a thing? you could be lying and i'll never know. after your description, i can assure you that i'll never ever go check out your story. sounds like sheer hell, in more ways than one!

Posted by: kara joy at November 19, 2006 02:06 PM

My eyebrows have begun to go gray and have thinned out to the point where I have to crayon on the outer half of them. And they grow in a quasi-Mr. Spock style with some of the hairs growing straight up so I have to trim them back into line as I can't afford to lose more eyebrow.

Makes me want to shave them off and see what I'd get when they grow back in.

Posted by: Dixie at November 19, 2006 02:48 PM

Three words: Laser hair removal.

I can't sing its praises loudly enough. Ree-diculously expensive, slightly painful, and worth every penny.

Posted by: Julie at November 20, 2006 08:52 AM

No - women just can't do the Bert. I've debated at what age I can force plucking/waxing on my daughter.

Lord that you mentioned Frida - that just reminded me I need to pluck like hell!

Posted by: holli at November 20, 2006 05:51 PM

I had my eyebrows waxed just once. Since I also tend to sport a unibrow, they had to wax between my eyebrows. Apparently I have sensitive skin that doesn't take kindly to having hairs ripped out of it and for the next three weeks, I had a huge crop of zits directly over my nose; one for each hair follicle. It was so unattractive - I think I'll stick with the Frida look.

Posted by: Ginny at November 22, 2006 08:23 AM

Ginny, I had the same thing happen the one time I had my chin waxed. I still have scars from the zits. Never, ever again. I'll stick with the tweezers in that area.

Posted by: Robin at November 22, 2006 02:22 PM