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Lions and Tigers and Brazilians, Oh My

I’ve had a handful of Brazilians by now.  Definitely less than 5.  They’re no less painful each time. But I’m so cheap, I’ve always gotten them at cheapy nail salons.  The last time I found the highest rated woman on Yelp only to get three patches of skin ripped off my cooch.  If I hadn’t left on a plane the next day, I would have high-tailed it to her salon to give her a verbal lashing.  She was lucky.

I’m off to the desert for Burning Man soon and ready to take it all off.  This time, I wasn’t taking any chances.  I booked an appointment at Marilyn Jaeger Skincare Studio in Laurel Heights.  Yes, it’s expensive.  But I was certain they wouldn’t do me wrong.  They didn’t.
I arrived at my Friday 5:30 appointment and was greeted with, “We’re so sorry.  We’re running about 15 minutes late.  Is that ok?”  Fine by me.  What I like about their studio are all the waiting room amenities: high-end tea, Mona Vie anti-oxidant potion, sangria, and assorted wines.  I was in heaven.  What a relaxing way to end my work week, overlooking San Francisco, reading fashion magazines, and drinking wine!  It was better than reading a book on my couch at home.  The time went by quickly, but it was 45 minutes instead of 15.
My aesthetician came out, apologizing profusely.  The Brazilian was still painful, but she tried to be as careful as possible.  Plus, she cleaned me up, making sure that any remnants of wax were off my skin.  The other places I’ve been could care less and I always find myself peeling out of my clothes later on.
When I got to the reception area to pay, the attendant said, “We’re going to comp your service today.  We’re really sorry about that.  The owner feels so bad that she’d like to perform a glycolic peel facial for you–on the house–whenever is convenient for you.”  Wow, that is service.  You really do get what you pay for.  Lucky for me, I didn’t have to pay.
While I learned a valuable lesson about customer service that day, I realized…I am so over Brazilians.  Why?  I don’t wax my legs or my armpits.  What’s wrong with shaving?  I don’t believe the ingrown hair bullshit.  I’ve never in my life had one of those.

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