(Forgive me Aunt Freda)
I got a brazillian wax.
As she ripped the sticky tape off, I said, "What the f*@%, holy s@#%, ^#$@!! (Those are not cuss words. They were the unintelligible verbiage that came spewing out of my mouth along with some spastic sign language I was making with my hands and feet in the air).
I don't know why I did it. I guess I felt pressure from some woman's magazine. Like I'm the last woman left who hasn't done it or something. Or maybe it was the porn I happened upon one day, :)- and all those girls had done something interesting. And I just wanted to be more interesting.
So I ripped out virgin hair that I swear has been there since before I thought about not being one.
I told my bookclub. (well, I had to.. it was only hours later and I was cupping myself like a baseball player whose hand was super-glued to his crotch) And either wise, intelligent women don't do that kind of thing or they don't talk about it.
My husband just felt really sorry for me... and petted it like a baby bald chihuahua, and said the only thing interesting about it was why I would put myself through it in the first place.
I'm just telling you so that you won't fall for any crap. There's a reason why some things should be sheltered - they're vulnerable. OKAY. And some things should just be kept a mystery. Trust me.