Jul 03, 2008, 06:43AM

Waxing Your Way To Hell

There's a great article to be written about the unfair societal predilection for "smooth" women, but Chloe Angyal is too busy feeling the residual burn.

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I am a terrible person.

Put me up there with human rights violators, toxic waste dumpers and baby seal clubbers, because I am going straight to hell. How do I know that I'm headed for Satan's clutches? My bikini waxer told me so.

This week I subjected myself to that cruel practice which, for reasons still incomprehensible, has become routine in many western cultures: I allowed a complete stranger complete access to my most private body parts, and then encouraged her inflict a whole lot of pain on them. And then, I actually paid her for it.

I know I can't expect a lot of sympathy. Since I willingly undertook this little exercise in masochism and had been through it before, I fully expect readers to ask what right I have to complain.

But this wasn't just any bikini wax. This was a bikini wax with a side of moral condemnation. This was the kind of bikini wax that not only leaves you silky smooth; it also allows you to walk out of the salon not knowing whether or not your next stop should be confession. In my case, it was.

You're probably wondering why my waxer thinks I'm such a terrible person. The answer: Because I had allowed too much time to elapse between this session and the last one, which, given the cost and discomfort of waxing, is not altogether surprising. But this woman seemed to think that my transgression was tantamount to blasphemy.

Without going into the gory details, I should explain that waiting a long time between waxing appointments means that when you finally get around to it, you're going to be in more pain than usual. Though apparently, if you're the kind of sinful, pestilent wretch who waits for that wax, you deserve every last gasp of pain.

When I entered the small waxing room and, as is custom, removed the bottom half of my clothes, exposing myself to a complete stranger (a big deal for me, but not for her, because I was probably the 15th half-naked person she'd seen that day), she tut-tutted at me, observing that it had evidently been longer than the expected six weeks since my last confession. Forgive me, woman dressed in a faux lab coat, for I have sinned.

"It's going to hurt because you waited so long", she warned me. "It's going to hurt because you're putting hot wax on my nether regions and ripping out my hair," I wanted to tell her.

But I lay silent and allowed her to inflict the kind of pain that would have been totally justified if it had any health benefit or any purpose at all, beyond vanity and blind adherence to passing beauty trends. But this is a practice with no medical or functional benefit. It's not like an annual dentist's appointment, which can hurt but also potentially prevent disease. It's not like an annual pelvic exam (oh, there go the only male readers I had left!), which is similarly exposing and very uncomfortable, but totally necessary. It was purely aesthetic, and I had chosen to put myself in the hands of this woman, this agent of pain who gave me a "you brought this on yourself" look every time I dared to even wrinkle my nose in discomfort.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I wanted to ask her. And then I remembered. She's the woman putting a hot, adhesive substance near my very tender private parts. So maybe I shouldn't piss her off.  I gritted my teeth and said nothing, wondering why the hell I was there at all. There are lots of reasons to get a bikini wax, and believe me, I would like more than anything to rant about how there is virtually no equivalent social distaste for male body hair which sends men into salons by the hundreds as soon as beach season arrives. I could write pages and pages about the sadistic practices to which we all subject ourselves in our attempts to conform to absurd standards of beauty, and I would love to write to my congressman, suggesting that he pass a law regulating porn stars' pubic hair so that another entire generation of teenagers won't be socialized to think that the only sexy hoo-ha is a hairless hoo-ha. But I can't, because I really need to take a Tylenol.

Like I said, I expect no sympathy for the pain; I volunteered for that part. What I didn't volunteer for, and what I really didn't appreciate, was being made to feel like I was somehow a deficient woman for not having kept to someone else's depilation schedule. After all, it's my body, and I'll do what I want with it.

  • This seems a little nutty to me. If you get waxed on a fairly regular basis, why complain that the waxer is miffed you're a bit behind schedule? Go some place else.

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  • god dammit chloe! you just reminded me i have to have this done to me before our beach trip.

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  • I had a facial earlier this week and the woman who did it derided me for having terrible skin that needs monthly "acne facials" and glycolic peels just to be presentable without a paper bag over my head. My skin is, honestly, not bad at all for a 22 year old. If it weren't for the logistics, I would have walked out. I certainly won't go back to her. The same thing happens with haircuts, eyebrow waxes, etc. It makes me want to avoid them (though obviously not nearly as painful as a bikini wax) just to avoid being derided for not coming in a week or month or six months earlier.

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  • I'd add: so why did you get it done? I thought you'd write a bit more on the bikini line. The Sex and the City movie incident with Miranda is an anecdote that a lot of people have fresh in their memories.

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  • Taking your cues from porn stars--at a girl!

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  • In my defense, Cheri, I wasn't suggesting that I personally take my cues from porn stars. Rather, I was accounting for the fact that a lot of adolescent and post-adolescent men, having been furnished with sexual fantasies and expectations by pornography and its hairless women, tend to have a preference for the same hairlessness in real women. This isn't why I personally got it done, but I was anticipating the argument "that's what guys are attracted to" and trying to explain why that might be the case - it's purely cultural, not biological.

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  • But, it's a good point you make. That we are, all of us to more or lesser degree, imitating what we see in popular media. (Porn is popular, certainly)To the extent that women feel ashamed because they don't share in the fashions of Porn starts. So that rather than shunning this stuff as a fringe lifestyle, we emulate it. It has replaced the mainstream. Isn't it evident in so many areas other than porn too? The pregnancy pact? That everyone thinks releasing a sex tape is how you launch a career, because it is. I am rambling. It is such a murky area, and of course, I see why you avoided this discussion. It requires volumes perhaps. Thanks for the article.

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  • "darling"...then WHY DO YOU personally get it done if not conforming to a societal 'norm'? why spend the time, the money, and the pain? i can honestly think of no other reason than you are trying to achieve the acstetic that you have decided men want. please prove me wrong.

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