I couldn’t decide if I should blog about the girl who was screaming so loud they could hear her on the first floor, the girl who sat up between every rip, the girl who screamed for Jesus, the girl who had a death grip on my hip and arm, or the girl who was sweating so profusely, the wax wouldn’t stick. Oh yea, it was all the same girl. The joys of being a Brazilian Wax Technician.
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
A friend of mine sent me an article from a health magazine that did a survey of the current grooming habits of women. It asked the question whether or not the bush was really coming back? I’m happy to announce that most women are still sporting the newborn look. Phew, now I don’t have to change my license plate from WaxItAll to BushIsBack.
Many people want to know how I have been able to stay happily married after all of these years. This is my theory why Mark & M.E. have been able to overcome the relationship odds. It’s easy to be with someone when things are good. But that isn’t what keeps a couple together. If you can stand by your partner when life is scary or sad or just plain shitty, that is when you know you have a keeper.
I get asked all the time how I could do Brazilians for a living. I make women feel sexy and confident. It’s a great feeling. The rest is just… whatever.
Last week, a girl came in and asked for a “Big Bush Brazilian.” My first thought was ‘isn’t that an oxymoron?” After two decades doing Brazilians, this was not an expression I was familiar with. I figured it out quickly enough, because a lot of women leave a large martini glass up top. It just sounded odd and I couldn’t wait to share.
Waxing women for a living can provoke some unusual conversation. For example, I have been called some interesting names in my career. Yesterday, I heard a new one. A woman called me a sour patch. She told me my actions were sour but I was really sweet inside. I believe that was a compliment.
How many times can one woman scream Jesus during the course of a seven minute Brazilian? I lost count in the twenties. Her exclamations of the Lord’s name were so loud and so frantic that I didn’t feel like I was at church. I felt like I was part of an exorcism.
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Staffing a business in 2016 is like waxing between the cheeks of an orangutan.