TMI – Waxing

If your delicate sensibilities are offended by a mental picture or description of expanses of tender skin being violently denuded by the application and rapid removal of hot wax, please refrain from reading further.

I hate shaving! I “learned” about waxing over 10 years ago, and have opted for the short-term violence of waxing over the daily PITA of shaving ever since. For the last few years, I’ve had a MARVELOUS spa around the corner from the house where I went to “Bee Waxed” (pun intentional). Waxing is a very personal, and often uncomfortable process, that one does not enter into lightly, especially if one is having hair removed from “personal” places. Bee Waxed has been a wonderful haven for the last few years. The proprietress, Bren, is GREAT at what she does and has become a good friend. Needless to say, I was nervous about moving to Cairo and having to find a new place to be waxed. Trial and error in this area is not a fun thing!
After arriving in Cairo I waited and waffled as long as possible, before both Jack and I decided that I was turning into a hairy monster and needed denuding! A friend here had mentioned that she went to a very high end spa nearby, and that it was clean, efficient and affordable. I’d reached the point that “It HAD to be done”, so she and I made appointments for depilitation (I don’t know if that is a real word – but you get the idea!)

The Mohamad al Sagheer spa is part of a chain of very posh spas that are based around a French “marine extract” concept. It was very different than any place I’d been in the States. We arrived and I met my “technician”. We went straight to work.

For comparison: when I used to arrive at Bren’s place, she would lead me to a small room and then depart momentarily while I removed whatever clothing was necessary and “draped” my private bits with a small towel. Those bits would be draped whenever there was not waxing actively occuring. This gave an illusion of propriety that makes having pubic hair removed not seem as strange.

At Sagheer, the girl closed the door, asked if I was ready for my waxing and said, “Take off your pants.”

WOW, that was forthright!

Once I had followed her instructions and situated myself on the table, she went straight to work. There was no “superfluous” draping involved. It was a tad odd, to be lying on the table, naked from the waist down, with not even the most superficial pretense of modesty. She was fast, efficient and very good at what she did, it was just a bit odd. I understand that the draping is more psychological than anything else. I’d never really worried about it a whole lot in the States, yet I was startlingly aware of its absence.