A week or so ago, I wrote a little post about how this Brazilian wax craze leaves me cold. (And hairy.) This story from Jezebel reaffirmed that decision and then some. Read at your own risk—I have a strong stomach and I yelped. Here's an excerpt:
So, all well and good until I heard a rip of the wax followed by a surprised grunt from the nazi. Hmmm. Something was wrong. Nazi was dabbing my inner thighs, presumably wiping off extra wax. Then she asked me to press a paper towel to my undercarriage. Again, not so weird since this had been an interactive experience from the beginning. Finally, she asked me to sit up. That's when I knew something was wrong. Not sure how to explain this so it doesn't turn into a horror story, but, well, I was bleeding all over the table.
Yeah, sorry, too late. That's definitely a horror story. The truly awe-inspiring part was that after she got her labia stitched up at the emergency room (!!!!), her boyfriend went back to the same butcher for a back wax!
In case you were wondering, that's a vagina pillow. You can buy your own here.
Also, I'm not sure what I think of the new design—it was kind of half accidental. Let me know. Thanks!