As part of the occasional series of whinges about the costs of being a woman, I'd like to talk about hair. I consider myself to be pretty low maintenance and yet to my horror/surprise, I've worked out that on average I spend about £40 a month removing, cutting, and dying my hair (and I don't even cover up my increasingly grey streak!). This seems like crazy money but I'd wager that most women are in the same position as me. Or at least, most dark-haired women are...From posh haircuts to avoid the misery of a crappy hairstyle, to shaving armpits, to bleaching arms, to epilating and waxing legs and bikinis, it feels like a never ending cycle of maintenance that is a basic part of being a woman these days. No one ever discusses it, or comments, unless you don't do it (see the views on Darwin Dating noted in a previous post)
Waxing is arguably the least pleasant way of blowing cash ever. Worst of all, I've discovered that I get peculiarly ticklish as the poor waxer tries to do her job. Don't know if it is stress, or embarrassment, or what, but I seriously hope that I'm not the only one who giggles uncontrollably as I get my stupid, persistently re-growing hairs ripped out.
Worst experience ever happened last week, in thailand, as I simultaneously opted for a bikini wax and an eyelash tint. Hot tip: don't try this one at home kids.
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