There is a lot that women do for their men...at least, there is a lot that I do for mine. One of them involves inflicting bodily harm on myself.
Last night I reveled in the pleasure of living alone and decided what a good time it would be to indulge myself in a bit of pampering. Well, maybe it wasn't pampering, per say...
It involved my bikini line and a tub of hot wax.
I'm not going to go into much detail, because I don't believe in inflicting pain on anyone else aside from myself, but I will say a few things.
Normally, I use deplitory creams for hair removal. It's quick (kinda), easy and doesn't hurt a bit. It gets rid of ALL the hair too, so you can put it pretty much everywhere. Only problem is, it doesn't leave you as smooth as waxing and grows back pretty damn fast...which means you have to apply it every other day and then it starts to be a big pain in the ass.
So, I thought, why not try waxing. Yes, I realize I am insane for trying this by myself, but I'm too self-concious to just spread it for some chick at a salon and besides, I like a challenge. I tried waxing with cold strips before but they don't so much yank the hair out as they just broke it off at the surface and all you were left with was yucky stubble. Which would explain why it didn't hurt so much.
Anyhoo, last night I armed myself with the scalding tub of goo (didn't need strips which was cool), a cup of Earl Grey tea and a sugar-free oatmeal cookie and prepared to go bare. As in Brazilian. As in, all gone.
The worst part was when I spread the hot wax on (OW, should have waited till it cooled off) and waited 20 seconds for it to harden so I could rip it off.
This is when it hit me: "Oh shit. I think I've made a mistake. This is going to hurt like hell, isn't it?"
And then you realize that it's too late. Wax on, wax off. The only way to get the stuff off was to rip it out. I bit my lip and let it rip.
I must say, after my initial reaction (which was ##$%^&^@*!), it didn't actually hurt that badly. Of course, it hurt enough that I could only do half of myself.
The other half I will do tonight, after watching Lost and perhaps taking a few Advil. Now, here comes the bad part about living alone. I have never have anyone to see my wonderful wax job.
Boo.
But anyways, this brings me to the things that women do to please their men and keep them happy. Keeping myself tidy is something that I do, along with ALWAYS wearing matching lingerie, dressing nicely and making myself look presentable.
Do note though, that my boyfriend does not ask me to do these things, nor do I think he would care if I didn't do these things. Maybe he doesn't even notice, I don't know. That's not the point. The point is, that these are the types of things that women do, in order to keep their men happy, even if their men don't give a hoot anyway. But if women feel it will make them happy, it in turn, will make the women happy to do it. After all, my boyfriend says he loves it when I wear a wifebeater and cargo pants. But that's not going to stop me from dressing up (besides, aside from like Giselle, who looks hot in cargo pants anyway? I just look like a skid, which I was at 16.)
So what do you women think? What do you like to do for your man? Or do you subscribe to the uber-feminist view and think that we are just degrading ourselves by succumbing to societal stereotypes? And you men (I know you are out there) is there anything a woman does for you that you appreciate? Is there anything that YOU do for them?
