Friday, September 08, 2006
I blame Gwyneth
The more sensitive among you may want to skip this one.
Now, thank goodness, I did my birthgiving before all-off waxing had become the dinner-party conversation topic that it is today, so I didn't think any further north than my legs. But it's a hot topic these days.
There's the funniest thread going on over at Mumsnet (a site I love with a fiery passion) on the subject of 'lady garden etiquette' and whether childbirth necessitates initimate topiary. You've just got to read it: go to mumsnet
What IS going on? As if there wasn't enough to think about in the delivery room, why are we now too embarrassed to let it all hang out?
But then I got to thinking that this could be a great sideline for the NHS. Once the epidural is set up, or while you're chugging on Entonox, someone could do your waxing there and then. It's got to be better than a quick go over with a Bic disposable, and that awful 'hedgehog in the pants' sensation that I endured for weeks afterwards.
So where did this new mad obsession come from? I reckon we have to lay the blame squarely at the - er - feet of Gwyneth Paltrow and her 'life changing' Brazilian. And yet - maybe there's something to it. Before she had it all off, she couldn't aspire any higher than Ben Affleck or Brad Pitt. Afterwards ....