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In which Nair has become a tempting option.

I've been shaving my legs for nine years, ever since that mortifying day in seventh grade when I said to my friends, "Look how clear and invisible my leg hairs are! You can't even tell I have them!" and everybody shifted their eyes and shuffled their feet and said, "Actually, Karissa...your legs are really hairy. It's pretty bad, honestly."

So you'd think, given the amount of time I've been doing it, I'd have gotten the hang of it by now. No such luck. I just now emerged from the shower with five cuts on my legs. I wish I could say this was unusual for me...but it's not. Which is why I'm kind of a once-a-week shaver...every other week if I wear a really long skirt one of the Sundays...

Here's the thing. I really, really hate shaving my legs. A lot. So I have a question for the ladies and a question for the gentlemen:

Chicas: how expensive and/or painful is waxing?

Fellas: would you be cool with your wife or girlfriend never shaving her legs, as long as she said you never had to shave your face?

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  1. Clement Park Ward Youth TrekFebruary 10, 2012 at 8:10 AM

    Waxing varies in prices, depending on if you go somewhere to get it done, or if you do it yourself. It's painful though. I have a suggestion though -- electric razors. I got one awhile ago for 20ish bucks at target, and it is amazing. I never cut myself, and you can use it in the shower, or anywhere else. You don't need any shaving cream either (Though I would recommend using some kind of lotion afterwards, as it can dry your skin out). Just my two cents.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 10, 2012 at 2:35 PM

    Haha, my husband hates when I don't shave my legs... but honestly, I often don't have the time to do it without rushing/cutting myself. And I figure he'd appreciate hot water more than shaved legs some mornings. I tried to make a deal with him that he could grow facial hair if I didn't have to shave my legs, and he refused. As for Nair and waxing... I've never done it, and I never plan to. Sensitive skin would make Nair a pain, and I don't even fork out the extra dollars to have my hair cut by anyone other than me.

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