Someone came to the salon for a wax and told me right off the bat that she was surprised by what I look like. Although my photo is on the website and on this blog, it is possible that she hadn’t seen either one. For those of you who don’t know what I look like, I am a white woman of unknown descent, average size, pleasant looking I guess, 45 years old, with a big smile and varying hair colors. Hope that takes some of the mystery out of it.
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
Not only do women have pet names for their puss, they have pet names for getting waxed. One of my girls began referring to her appointments with me as getting her snatch waxed, which is a pretty common expression. Well, that expression evolved. Now when she makes an appointment with me, she and her husband refer to it as “getting her snacks.”
It is very common for a woman’s body to change after having a baby. There can be stretch marks or changes in the size and shape of the breasts. But the baby thing can also change the labia. It is kind of strange when the lips aren’t as taut and youthful as they once were. In fact, one of my client’s loves to piss and moan about her newly transformed mud flaps.
My parents were really hard workers. They didn’t believe in idle hands. My dad would do bookwork when he watched TV and my mom would cook or do laundry. Being productive was very important to them. So when a Romanian woman told me I gave her the best, most productive wax she has ever gotten, it made me smile. I waxed her legs, arms and Brazilian in 28 minutes and got it all. Yea, it felt productive.
One of my clients went to a bachelorette party and gave the girls a lap dance lesson. During the lesson, the topic so near and dear to my heart came up. As it turns out, many of the girls at this party get waxed by me. I just wanted to thank everyone who brings my name up in conversation when discussing their beautifully bald beaves!