Information: Too Much or Barely Enough?
Source: www.three2seven.com

Everyone has information that has passed them by. I'm talking about the things that you really should know but somewhere along the way it never reached you. It's the stuff that is even too embarrassing to admit. My most recent evidence of this was a thing I found in the shower at my parent's house on our last trip to the US. It looked like an exfoliation device. I figured since I hadn't exfoliated my body in such a long time that I'd really give my legs and body a good scrub. But hours after, my legs were covered in a rash that was so bad they were bleeding. I couldn't work out why an exfoliation device could do so much damage.

Later that day I said to my husband, "I think the exfoliation thing in the shower is too strong for my skin." He replied, "You mean the pumice stone? That is for your feet not your body!"

Then there is information you hear so often that it goes in one ear and out the other. Like when my girlfriends talk about the latest bikini waxes. I've been amongst these conversations for years now and not once has the information really sunk in.

I have one friend in particular who seems to be fresh from her Brazilian - all off - almost every time I see her. I sort of laugh at the thought! Then one day it finally registered that maybe I ought to see for myself what was so fabulous about such a wax. Also it sort of appealed to have everything off and start again.

It had been so long since I had a wax that I couldn't even remember the drill. But ready to put down my Gillette, I decided to make an appointment. I was under strict instructions from my friend to NOT make the appointment with my eyebrow waxer. She said to me, "Do you really want the lady who shapes your eyebrows to shape your pubic hairs." I took that as a very good point and booked it so far from my eyebrow lady there wasn't even a remote possibility of her knowing I did such a thing.

I found it quite funny when I booked the appointment because I didn't know what to call it. Was it a bikini wax or just a Brazilian or was all off like the Brazilian Maxi? I started by telling the woman that I'd like to book a bikini wax but when the lady asked if that was all, I responded with, " Yes, just a Brazilian". Then she said, "Oh, a Brazilian!" I didn't realize a Brazilian was in a league of its own.

When I arrived for my appointment, a young Irish girl showed me to my room and left me to get ready. I'm standing in this room thinking does she mean lie down on the table with pubic hairs face up or does she mean grab a towel and place it over first to ease into the process. I went for the open air pubes. Luckily she wasn't shocked by my decision.

She began the procedure as we were having a nice chat about stuff. The powder was being applied, the wax was going on... then she pulled the first strip! I almost died right then and there. Then the second strip... I was just short of screaming! By the third strip I was asking this girl about her upbringing in Ireland, her goals, her travels and absolutely anything I could think of to get mind anywhere but down there. I couldn't stand it for another second. But somehow I survived the blood, sweat and tears of my first Brazilian!!