June 2010

Unwanted Facial Hair: How to Get Rid of It

I was about 17 or 18 when my brother ever-so-helpfully pointed out that I had a mustache. It was exactly what I needed to hear during my rather tumultuous adolescence and my younger brother was just exactly the person to hear it from -please note the sarcasm as it was definitely intended.

At the time, I had no idea that facial hair was a common problem for women- I thought I was a freak and didn’t know what to do. My mother didn’t have a mousetache and I had never noticed whether any other members of my family had one. I was severely traumatized.

The hairs are noticeable. I was embarrassed to have a “friend” joke about my stache in a public place the other day, just the same way you would be embarrassed if a friend joked about a pimple- not a nice feeling.

Salon Debacle #379

I don’t know a single woman who hasn’t had a hair debacle. I had my 379th hair trauma last week in preparation for a wedding that I’m not even going to go to.

I was at the mall shopping for a dress- beach casual, whatever that is, and feeling incredibly frustrated because where I live, there aren’t many weddings requiring beach casual attire and none of the sales clerks knew what I was talking about. I tried on dress after dress (none of which looked good except for a dress made for evening wear- decidedly not beach casual) and even phoned a friend from a dressing room to get a second opinion.