I wax. Actually, I have the area waxed. For a while, there, I waxed myself; being a bit hirusite (at least for a chic), I have a larger than average bikini area (I hear your pain moggy). So…more gets waxed than just a bit around where underwear hits. This also means it was an acrobatic feat for me to wax, and the stress and psyching-out of it all nearly always had me break down at some point, sobbing “I’m a freak!” This is when hubby DeathLlama insisted I go back to the salon–saving money or not, this was my sanity.
I don’t like depilitories because they, like shaving, cause itchy stubble.
Now, you want to talk about pain…my beautician gave me (well, more like my hubby) a present just before the wedding: a Playboy wax (also known on the East coast as a Sphinx–as in, the breed of hairless cat). Playboy is, as you’ve likely seen in magazines, removal of everything save a little “landing strip” in the front. Lips–everything else gets hot wax and RIIIIIIIIIPP!
Seriously, awful, awful, AWFUL pain. It was reminiscent of when I was a kid and tried walking a narrow ledge and fell, crotch first, and cut myself. ::::::shudder:::::::
Meanwhile, laser…I’ve been looking into this but research is iffy at best. I haven’t found anything save for a few sites advertising products that confirms actual, permanent hair reduction–even though some advertise as such.This web site has a great deal of valuable information, including several clinical studies where permanent hair reduction was not typical.
As a fair-skinned, dark-haired individual, I am an “ideal” candidate for laser. Even so, I have to pause when considering shelling out $1,000 for something that may not work. Still, beats the hell out of waxing!