Nair Daze

July 18, 2013

Body hair, facial hair removal in particular, consumed the better part of an hour this afternoon, poolside, in the smoldering intense heat with home-made snacks, Bloody Marys, sun block, swim suits of all fashion, Styrofoam noodles, kick boards and a fuzzy, overly affectionate guard cat. We pondered wax, lazer treatments, shaving, stubble, ingrown hairs, and painful, mostly ineffective tweezing. The conversation ensued. Which product rules, Sally Hansen versus Nair, where to obtain the best treatments, who bleaches instead of plucks, how many times to shave a week and since none of us can see anything anymore without reading glasses, does it really matter that we battle this extra coat.

Outrageous prices were thrown around, duration of treatment times and effectiveness of the various options. It is a major aggravation for women “of a certain age,” lead to much laughter and total agreement, in that, we would welcome the chance to live in France and not have this hair anxiety. We also look so forward to aging and not having fur be such a big hairy deal. No, we really do not want to resemble Sasquatch at the bewitching hour of 4:00 in the afternoon.