Last week when Jess wrote about chin hairs, a bunch of people in the comments wrote about how feared being in the hospital without access to Tweezers and I was like AMEN. I think about how I need to prepare a “Bring to Me in the Hospital Kit” on an almost daily basis. And that’s the first thing I’d put in it? That’s right: Tweezerman Slant Tweezers. You know: Because I’m sure after I get hit by a car and rushed to the hospital for brain amputation, the first thing on my mind after I wake up will be “Ohmygosh, I hope my eyebrows look okay!” (Crap. I was totally trying to be sarcastic there, but then realized that probably WOULD be one of the first things on my mind. Oh well. If you’re going to judge me, at least it will be for being shallow and not for my unibrow!)
Of course, my Emergency Hospital Kit would contain other things, like a hairbrush, saline solution, Rosebud Salve, toothbrush/toothpaste, Benefit Benetint Lip Balm, Dior DiorShow Mascara, Oil of Olay Regenerating Lotion with SPF 15, Oil of Olay Regenerist Night Recovery Cream, Neutrogena Cleansing Towelettes, and Oscar Blandi Dry Shampoo, but NONE of those things would be as important as my tweezers.
I’m borderline obsessed with tweezing stray hairs to the point that I basically HAD to get laser hair removal on my bikini because I would dig my Tweezermans into stupid ingrown hairs until I bled, with no regard for sanitation or scaring. Ew, gross, I know. TMI. TMI!!!
Anyway. What I’m trying to say is: I totally get it. Tweezers are a magical invention and I have like 17 pairs (bathroom, bedside table, and handbag -- OK, that’s only three) just in case I touch the space between my eyebrows and feel something sprouting.
All of this is a long way (shocking!) of getting to my point which is: I was TOTALLY flabbergasted when I was getting changed in the locker room at the gym yesterday and this girl was standing there in just her bra and undies tweezing hairs off of her very tan, very toned tummy. IN PUBLIC. And not even like her “happy trail” or whatever the kids are calling it these days, but like, her actual stomach.
Don’t mistake what I’m saying here: I’m not judging her for having random hairs on her stomach (from the sounds of it, we all have random hairs somewhere), but rather, I just think it’s totally bizarre that she’s self-conscious enough to tweeze those suckers, but not self-conscious enough to do it in the privacy of her own home!
Amazingly, after spin class, when I was changing (again), I saw another woman get up close and personal with the magnified mirror and spend a good two minutes plucking her chin hairs. I mean … Is nothing sacred? Is the gym locker room a total free-for-all and I’m just the last person to find out? What’s next? Women waxing their mustaches? Washing their retainers? Douching?
Am I crazy or is this weird behavior for a pretty public space? What’s the strangest grooming maintenance you’ve done in front of other people? What personal care necessity would make you die from mortification if someone saw you doing it? Share!!!