Seriously, either I’m too old or too prudish, but I can’t figure out why women need to do so much vaginal maintenance to get their man’s attention these days. I used to be a vaginal visionary, a pioneer if you will. I was the first on the block to get a Brazilian, a “landing strip,” and the unfortunate “wax-ident” I term, “The Charlie Chaplin.” Well, I don’t have proof that I was the first, but I’m pretty confident. Now, vaginal maintenance has become a truly hair razing experience. Continue reading →
Seriously, either I’m too old or too prudish, but I can’t figure out why women need to do so much vaginal maintenance to get their man’s attention these days. I used to be a vaginal visionary, a pioneer if you will. I was the first on the block to get a Brazilian, a “landing strip,” and the unfortunate “wax-ident” I term, “The Charlie Chaplin.” Well, I don’t have proof that I was the first, but I’m pretty confident. Now, vaginal maintenance has become a truly hair razing experience. Continue reading