Wax on, rip off - posted at 05:50

Note: This entry was written on 13 February but was scheduled to post the day I arrived in Korea (to preserve the surprise), but, uhm, didn't. Here it is now, with a little extra tacked on to the end:

So here's something that will shock and surprise almost anyone who has known me for a decent amount of time -- like since college or before.

I, Stacey Moore, made an appointment today.....

to get.....

my legs waxed!

Those of you in in the category mentioned above will surely be wondering whatever has become of their beloved Stacey who was not only content but proud to have some of the hairiest legs around, who was known for her furriness, her Birkenstocks. and her fuck-it-I'm-going-to-hug-a-tree-dammit attitude.

What has happened indeed.

Believe it or not, I'm going to be going to be paying someone a good chunk of change to rip each and every hair out of my leg from the root because the next day I will be seeing my boyfriend for the first time in four months. I'm doing this for several reasons:
a) My hair grows tremendously fast. I'll be traveling for almost 24 hours before I get to him -- I would be totally stubbly by then.
b) I'm going to be there for almost a week, and I'll be damned if I'm going to use any of my precious shower time with him to scrape hair off of my legs.
c) He'll like it.

Notice that what I would have termed the "oppressive male" reason back in college is last. Sheesh, I haven't changed that much. I still like granola, camping, and wearing shorts, a long-sleeved t-shirt, and a pair of Birks that I've had since high school. Still the same old Stacey.... just less fuzzy.

This section written post-waxing:
Through much of high school, I was, yes, a dork. Not like the coke-bottle lenses, pocket protector, pants pulled up to my armpits, snorted when I laughed dorks, but I liked math and science, hung out with people who did too, and eschewed the so-called popular kids. When they were acting particularly dumb or obnoxious I would often just say to myself, "they may think they're so cool now, but my friends and I are going to do something meaningful and successful with our lives and they're going to end up barefoot and pregnant" or some other similar line of thought.

During my appointment the rail-thin "aesthetician" and I were talking about me going to Korea and such, and she mentioned that she's heard that you can get some really great clothes there but they're sold as smaller sizes because the people were smaller over there and "my god, I think I'd have to rip the tags out because I could just not deal with having them say extra large!"

And as I was laying on that bed in the salon getting my hair ripped out by the follicles, I thought to myself, "she was one of those girls I so despised in high school! And now I'm giving her money to inflict all this pain on me!"

Let this be a warning to all of you other girl geeks -- living better and making something of yourself may be the best revenge, but those other girls will still find a way to hurt you -- and make you pay for it!

mrtl commented:

to borrow a fellow blogger's saying...

*snork*

Jitterbean Girl commented:

I'm just gonna hope that snorking is a good thing :)

Allen commented:

We didn't even get pictures of the silky smoothies . . . you must be bluffing. I'll sleep better tonight knowing your legs are almost as hairy as my back. :)

Jitterbean Girl commented:

Unfortunately, they were a bit anti-climactic. She left patches of fuzz around my knees and other areas! And oh, the redness and the unhappiness of the skin! A picture wouldn't have been such a treat :)

But hey, my legs would probably be honored to be placed aside, er, your back. They do so love their furriness.