I’m pretty sure I go through razors and shaving cream faster than anyone I know.
I had my legs waxed once because somebody told me that it would last for weeks, but all I got out of it was about three days. And my leg hair is wiry and black, so it’s not like I can get away with letting it go for very long.
I blame it on my European ancestors.
All the women in my family all have chin whiskers. We laugh about it and share our various methods for keeping them at bay. My sisters actually Nair their faces. That can’t be good for the brain.
My cousin waxes hers. I prefer a tweezer. I had to buy an extra pair just to keep in the car because the natural light is so good for finding the hard-to-get ones. Once, before I had bought the car tweezers, I was stroking my chin while waiting in line for the car wash when I discovered a doozy. The only available tool was a tiny pack of Post-It Notes. Being the resourceful girl that I am, I clamped the paper around the whisker and yanked it out. Then I looked out my window and noticed a man staring at me with a look of utter confusion on his face.
Shortly after I started dating my husband, I was standing in his living room, backlit by the windows. He reached up to remove what he thought was a stray dog hair from my jawline. You should have seen his face when he realized it was connected.
That’s the thing about these hairs – they sprout in random places. It would be one thing if they were all clustered together – a little hairy “problem area” if you will. But no, they occasionally pop out overnight in the middle of my cheek. One night I’ll do a thorough scouring and come up clean. The very next morning I’ll find a thick black one on my cheek or in my cleavage – easily a half-inch long.
I briefly considered doing laser hair removal but that seems so vain, so extreme, that I can’t justify it. I guess I’ll just keep hacking away with my Schick Quattro until winter comes. At least it buys me some alone time in the shower.