If you liked One Hour Photo and Insomnia, do yourself a favor and check out Final Cut. I think Robin Williams’ performance in that was even better than in Insomnia, and I adored Insomnia.
Well, I pretty much just wax everything, but there are certain places I can’t get waxed, that I just use Nair on. I’m only admitting to this because I don’t know most of you people in real life.
Also, see Robin Williams in “Dead Poets’ Society” or as I think of it, the “O Captain, my Captain” movie.
Yeah, that’s exactly the kind of shows I’m talking about.
Yes!
Will do, Captain!
Oops.
I have a sneaking feeling that it’s deliberate, to keep you hanging around too long: not so obnoxious that you run out screaming without placing an order, like an oompah band rendition of “Too Drunk To Fuck”, but just insidious enough to make you uncomfortable after about 20 minutes.
Kwanza. All the black people I’ve ever met celebrate Christmas, but not Kwanza. It seems like a straw-man holiday to me.
Googling furiously…
I still don’t believe that people actually use Nair… more than once. WhyNot and Anaamika are making it up. They’re part of the global Nair conspiracy to convince unsuspecting neophytes that chemical burns are fun.
I am white. White, white, white, white, white. Nair chapped the skin before it took off the pale hair on my arms. My legs? I have permanent scarring.
Fuggedaboudit.
I have three black coworkers. Only one celebrates it.
The last time I used it was on my almost-not-there mustache. I guess I left it on too long because I ended up getting really bad chemical burns. I was SO not happy.
But I’ve seen enough Nair in people’s medicine cabinets to know that someone still uses it.
You’ve never had good coffee, or you simply don’t like coffee and would likely be happier trying one of the many, many kinds of tea.
I, however, love black, rich coffee. No additives. Not even sugar.
It’s not that it appeals to anybody. It’s that it offends nobody.
In theory, anyway. Our local “light rock” station calls itself, “Your At-Work Station!”, which translates to, “We won’t play anything remotely edgy that might have the slightest chance of offending your customers or easily freaked-out employees.”
Wow, you are the Uber Hippie Chick. You can grow six months worth of leg hair in three months.
Add the search term ‘Dead Kennedys’ and ‘lyrics’ to filter out some static.
Preach it, brother!
(We really need a better “sassy tongue-sticking out” smilie. Kermit here just ain’t doin’ it for me.)
I didn’t say my urges were evenly spaced, Mr. Smarty Pants!
“In the Year 2525”
The films of Pia Zadora
The marching band version of “Stairway to Heaven,” if there is such a thing.
I’ve used Nair much more than once, because I always end up cutting myself and missing little patches on my calves if I shave. But I wear long pants, tights and skirts, or just don’t care about the hair on my legs about 99% of the time, literally, so I haven’t used Nair in ages and haven’t shaved my legs since late April or early May.
Still, though, I’ve never gotten a chemical burn; I’ve had much worse skin reactions from applying Queen Helene cocoa butter moisturizer the same day I have to wear powdered latex gloves. (Neither of these things bug me unless I combine them.)
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My father in law really really likes muzak and easy listening music. The last time I was in a car with him I suffered through not Michael Bolton, but easier-listening covers of Bolton. Painful.
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Muzak offends me. What did that poor synthesizer do to you that you make it play a sanitized version of “Theme to a Summer’s Place”?