Tuesday, March 29, 2005
On Jock Itch
While I can't speak on jock itch per se, being a disease of the male persuasion after all, I can speak on the kind that comes after a wax job. Yes, I'm talking about pubes people - too much information you say? Well, that's my middle name: Victoria t.m.i. Winters.Deal.
What they don't tell you in the swanky salon, as they whisk you off into the private little nook of stickiness (that would be the wax) and pain (that would be the pulling out of hairs from a sensitive place) and then charge you $34 dollars for, is that grow-out is a bitch. An itchy bitch.
Back in highschool, my friend and I went through a hippy phase where we stopped shaving our legs for a few months. What soon ensued was a painful tugging of the now free-to-grow leg hairs. My socks were the things doing all of the tugging because the hairs were penetrating into the fabric of the socks, which would pull the hair with every step I took. Ouch.
But let me tell you, people, that's nothing compared to the pain of hair tuggage in the nether region, if you know what I mean. Maybe going without underwear isn't such a bad idea after all. |
