You want me to get waxed where? My man-junk area? Not gonna happen. I "manscape" with clippers like a needlepoint sewing master so as not to manhandle the delicate brush. Having a stranger literally rip the hair off anywhere near my prized possession? No thanks. It’s amazing, though, what the power of persuasion will do. All it took was my wife reminding me that women get bikini waxes on the regular and that poor little me could handle a wee bit of pain. And so I was off to get Bliss Spa's Ultimate He-Wax ($125) — which basically translates to "we're going to wax the hair everywhere on your damned body."
I wouldn't be having that. So like any good husband already knows, I compromised. Deanna, my lovely esthetician, told me that men of all shapes and sexual preferences have this done. She guided me through the process, ensuring me it wouldn't hurt too badly. It really didn't: Bliss uses strip-less wax, which I learned is far less painful when it's peeled off, since paper is not used to take it out. Rather, the wax hardens and the esthetician rips the piece right off. When she was taking off, it felt like someone was roughly brushing my hair. The small amount of hair on my back? Gone! What I like to refer to as my sideburns beside my member? A thing of the past. Deanna told me I was a great sport and that she thought I looked just lovely down there now. I walked out feeling oddly clean and refreshed. Did I temporarily look a bit like I was prepping to wear a string bikini? Perhaps. But who's really to say?
