irishmexi replied to your post: fifty five dollars for a brazillian?!
have you done your own?! it sounds painful and scary and I feel like i would mess it up. details? tips? advice?
Normally, I always do my own. I went to get it done professionally in November because of my hand being broken, and then today it needed doing again and I was just plain lazy. But I’m cheaper than I am lazy, so this’ll be the last time!
I use the nair stripless wax, which is like $14 a tub I think, and works better than all others. (Don’t even try to do it yourself with strips, that is impossible.) I don’t find waxing very painful at all, but I’m a not very hairy creature to begin with, so maybe that’s why? Anyway, I normally just settle in front of the tv with a small mirror propped against a pillow and a towel underneath me. The towel is important, because hair removal wax is IMPOSSIBLE to remove from carpet and stuff. The mirror is also important, because you should be able to see exactly what you’re waxing!
Basically, just do small sections at a time and rip it off as soon as the wax is hard enough. Wait too long and the pain to pull it off is ridiculous. I also cover the to be waxed bits with olive oil or something first to prevent the extra painful sticking of wax to skin. Cover with your hand anything you don’t want wax on, let it dry a bit and then rip fast and with determination. Once I started doing my own I couldn’t fathom paying for it again, as I usually get three brazillians out of one $14 tub of wax.
Good luck!
My boyfriend and I have, for the most part, a pretty idyllic relationship. We’re super well matched, we want the best of and the best for one another, and on top of the respect and the trust and the affection we share, there’s also this super hot and heavy attraction. So things are good. Great, even. Except when we fight. I can be sort of…awful, sometimes. I mean, I can turn sandwich making into a task whereby one’s general life skills are assessed and, often, torn apart. Make one small mistake and I’ll take that opportunity not only to call you out on the mistake, but to remind you of all your other failings, too. Even as I type these words I can see how unfair this is. It doesn’t happen that often—I mean, I’m not in a constant state of horrible personness. It only happens when it happens. But it’s bad enough that once in awhile is still really intolerable.
The thing is, I’m pretty invested in this relationship. I want to lock this shit down. And I know that the likelihood of a happily ever after is seriously jeopardized by bullshitty behaviour. So I decided to change. And lo! It is as easy as this:
Just don’t be bitchy. Don’t be mean. Stop obsessing about the way the tomatoes are being cut for the sandwich. Be gracious. Be patient. Consider that your way may be neither the right way nor the best way—and certainly not the only way. Just stop being bitchy.
I used to get caught up on the myth that deciding to change is easy and committing to actually being different is terribly, horribly, incredibly difficult. It’s not my fault! Growing up I had terrible relationship role models! I am who I am! It is what it is! I told myself that I was right in my heart, just weak in my actions. That was bullshit. Changing is as easy as deciding to be better—and then actually being better.
Just stop being bitchy. It’s basically a miracle cure for relationship problems!
