...I wonder if it was spending my teens and early twenties in rural, rural Ohio.
Or perhaps it's because I never thought of painful things as entertaining.
(and, yes. I have read 50 Shades...so there!)
When I was going through my nail and Groucho Marx eyebrow debacles last week, I spent a LOT of time talking to Sylvia, my hair styling lady.
After we covered the subjects of cooking in the crockpot during the hot months and what our favorite I-phone apps were...
Yes...We are intensely intellectual individuals...
We started talking about waxing.
It was kind of a natural segue from crockpots and I-phones because she had just informed me that she would wax my eyebrows AFTER coloring them...
And then she asked me if I also wanted a Brazilian.
"A Brazilian what?" I answered. "You mean one of those big, brown nuts that taste like dirt?"
She giggled at me.
"No, silly. A Brazilian wax!"
"Ummm...I don't even know what that really is," I replied.
"You know? When you get waxed DOWN THERE!"
"Oh, heck no. No waxing for me. But...ummm... thanks anyway. I didn't even know you did that stuff here."
"Well, we do."
I pondered this for a minute.
"You know, Sylvia. I don't even know what the difference between a bikini and a Brazilian wax is."
She looked surprised.
And then she explained.
I'm sure I looked pretty surprised.
I actually was pretty surprised.
"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. Some. Do you want to try it?"
"Ummmm...no. No, but thanks a lot anyway. I think we'll just wax my eyebrows."
And I thought the whole concept while she was yanking out my eyebrow hair with little strips of fabric.
I think I'll stick with living a sheltered life.
And think about the fact that not ALL knowledge is GOOD knowledge.
If you live a sheltered life, too...
And if you have ever attempted this kind of waxing...
May I offer you my sincere condolences.