Showing posts with label Girl With A Curious Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Girl With A Curious Life. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

A Little Masochism Never Hurt Nobody: Threading





As I was saying you don’t know much about me. If I continue at this rate you’ll soon know a little too much about me. But until then I’ll add this to your little database: I’m the grandchild of Sasquatche’s bastard and I actually don’t have a problem with a little bit of pain in my life. Actually, based on my taste in men, I may be seeking out pain—but that’s neither here nor there. I’m here to tell you about the wonderful art of threading. 

Depending on who you ask (Iranian, Indian or other shades of Middle Easterner), we all claim to have invented threading. On one hand it’s obviously an Iranian invention; on the other hand it really doesn’t matter. It is a simple solution to a major problem and it proves that no one is limited by the hairy genes they inherited. And in addition to removing unwanted hair, threading is said to exfoliate and condition skin—like a mini massage.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Pantyhose: Not That Great Actually

Girl With A Curious Life, Guest Contributor




Chances are, you don't know me very well so I thought I'd tell you a few things about myself: I love my spastic dog, who is currently sleeping on my lap like he owns me. I am the vainest person I know, after my grandmother. I hate pantyhose with a passion that is usually reserved for oven scrubbing and moldy grout (also things I hate passionately). Fortunately for me, there are chemical products that help me avoid moldy grout and I have minimized my use of the oven so I no longer have to scrub it. Pantyhose? They still haunt me like the vindictive bastard accessories that they are.