Remember when Sex and the City was all the rage? And how half the show was vagina talk? And how they frequently discussed maintenance “down there?” In one episode, Carrie went for a Brazilian wax and ended up completely bald. Sarah Jessica Parker declared the word “BALD” in such memorable, exclamatory fashion that henceforth and forevermore, when I hear the word “bald,” I immediately think of vaginas. Thanks a ton, Sarah.
Well, one day during my graduate studies, I was doing some routine hoo-ha maintenance (trimming the hedges) when I suddenly recalled Carrie and her bald vajajay. And I thought, Meh… why not?
Yeah… I went for it. I’m not going to pretend it was an erotic experience. There really isn’t anything sexy about clumps of pubic hair floating to the floor like burnt tumbleweeds. Not for me anyway.
When all was said and done, I was like Damn, so that’s what’s under there, eh? I felt like I’d regressed to pre-pubescence, which creeped me out a little. But whatever. The deed was done.