Waxing? 

Like most twenty-something American women, I’ve spent a considerable amount of time since puberty self-grooming. And for me, that meant shaving my legs, armpits, and lady bits. Why would I dish out money to experience the unnecessary pain of waxing when I could just pay $10 at CVS for a handy dandy razor? And thanks to my northeast location with a lack of viable beach days, I was looking at the need to groom just a handful of times a year at most.

That is, until boyfriends and later my fiancé came into the picture. This meant upping my grooming game to shaving once a day—or at least several times a week. Ugh! The upkeep, the razor burn, the precision, the whole shebang was exhausting. That’s when the concept of waxing my pubic hair started to sound like a really, really good idea. I had friends who swore by Brazilian waxes—they booked them religiously and wouldn’t go back to shaving if you paid them.