Bozo the Clown
People often ask me how I got started in this business of waxing hoohas all day long. I used to work in the health care field and often times worked with gynecologists. It isn’t new to me to see some woman lying on a bed with her legs spread apart….been there, done that. But I have to say the moment I decided I did not like hair down there will forever be etched in my head.
In order to get the full vision I got, you need to realize a few things. First, my parents were basically exhibitionists. They pretty much did everything around the house naked. Well, until the neighbor called and asked them to either put clothes on or close the curtains. Second, it was the 70’s and in case that isn’t enough….Thirdly, my mother had bright red hair, more orange than red really.
Here is what I saw….
wait for it….
When my daughter was younger, about 2 or 3, she couldn’t pronounce the word “vagina”, she always called it “fine china”. Once she started school and learning about personal safety and “Stranger Danger”, I thought I would help her understand what she was learning by explaining it to her in the terms I knew whe would understand.
“Honey”, I said waving my hands over her tummy, “this is your Tupperware, it can be used on a daily basis. Anyone can safely touch or tickle your tummy.” “This”, I continue and now am pointing down there, “is your fine china, it must be handled with care. No one else can ever touch the fine china. It is only meant for special occasions and must always have your mother’s permission”.
This is going to be my new blog that a lot of you have already heard about. For those of you who have not heard about it, damn you are in for a treat. Throughout the past years I have come to hear stories as well as become part of stories within the skin care world. This is where those stories will become others entertainment. Understand that there will be kinks in the coming weeks as I figure this out so please be patient and Lord know where we will go from here!!