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Because I am attending a formal event tomorrow, I went and just got my eyebrows and lip waxed for the first time in ages. What surprised me was how much it hurt, and how much I couldn't channel my discomfort into any one of a dozen narratives I usually find helpful in these circumstances. It's been a long time since I was the girl who got regular Brazilian waxes, that's for sure.
Generally, I am lame about this facial waxing thing anyway. My eyebrows are pretty good naturally, and I always worry that people will take too much off. I've gotten the hang of that now, I just tell them I want eyebrows like the soap opera villain women -- it saves me from them taking too much off and making me look eternally surprised and stupid.
As to the lip -- largely, I have stopped caring, which is, of course, a mortal sin. My lip was the great trauma of my childhood from sitting in teh waiting room when my mom went to get electrolysis to constant terror that I might be mistaken for a boy (which I was, often). The makeup people on set always yell at me about it - explaining to me how I am ugly, how no one will hire me (gee, really? that rarely ses to be the problem), how they hope I'm not like that _awful_ newscaster woman they worked for oncewho liked the fine hair on her upper lip. It's always uncomfortable and I always get both wrathful and avoidant.
But, now it's gone and I'm swollen as hell. I should also note that reading the Kushiel books makes me feel less like a girl for going and having ridiculous grooming done (and it is ridiculous to pay someone to rip hair out of your body that you can barely see and no one sane carea about). Only I could feel more masculine with long hair and a good waxer.
Anyway, I've had beef bahn hoi for dinner and now I'm in the for the night to work on my book while Patty goes to see her mammoth movie.
Meanwhile, I am finding the election situation increasingly horrifying. Obama's people keep putting their feet in it; Clinton's a liar and John McCain is a weasel. Also, I don't care how many world leaders Clinton met as first lady -- being someone's wife is not a job qualification. Similarly, I have a hard time drawing a line between McCain having been a POW and supporting Bush's crappy pointless war and being the candidate who can keep us safe.
I _always_ vote, but I have to tell you, I worry about my willingness to cast a vote this November if it's Clinton vs. McCain.
Generally, I am lame about this facial waxing thing anyway. My eyebrows are pretty good naturally, and I always worry that people will take too much off. I've gotten the hang of that now, I just tell them I want eyebrows like the soap opera villain women -- it saves me from them taking too much off and making me look eternally surprised and stupid.
As to the lip -- largely, I have stopped caring, which is, of course, a mortal sin. My lip was the great trauma of my childhood from sitting in teh waiting room when my mom went to get electrolysis to constant terror that I might be mistaken for a boy (which I was, often). The makeup people on set always yell at me about it - explaining to me how I am ugly, how no one will hire me (gee, really? that rarely ses to be the problem), how they hope I'm not like that _awful_ newscaster woman they worked for oncewho liked the fine hair on her upper lip. It's always uncomfortable and I always get both wrathful and avoidant.
But, now it's gone and I'm swollen as hell. I should also note that reading the Kushiel books makes me feel less like a girl for going and having ridiculous grooming done (and it is ridiculous to pay someone to rip hair out of your body that you can barely see and no one sane carea about). Only I could feel more masculine with long hair and a good waxer.
Anyway, I've had beef bahn hoi for dinner and now I'm in the for the night to work on my book while Patty goes to see her mammoth movie.
Meanwhile, I am finding the election situation increasingly horrifying. Obama's people keep putting their feet in it; Clinton's a liar and John McCain is a weasel. Also, I don't care how many world leaders Clinton met as first lady -- being someone's wife is not a job qualification. Similarly, I have a hard time drawing a line between McCain having been a POW and supporting Bush's crappy pointless war and being the candidate who can keep us safe.
I _always_ vote, but I have to tell you, I worry about my willingness to cast a vote this November if it's Clinton vs. McCain.
