Dipilacion

This week was a monton of firsts: first yoga class, first article in Spanish published and my first trip to dipilacion.

In Argentina, dipilacion (waxing) is more common than getting your mullet trimmed. On every block in Buenos Aires there is a large bright sign announcing DIPILACION: SOLO 5. This is a city where you can literally get everything from your forehead to your toes waxed all for under $5 USD.

Argentine women are hairy creatures trying desperately to appear to be hairless white Europeans. They go to dipilacion more than they go to church.

But for me, the blonde American, I thought those hairy Argentine women were crazy. In the states not only is waxing expensive, it is often seen as unnecessary when a razor is available.

But in anticipation of summer and buenas ondas, I decided to bite the bullet, endure the expected pain and laid my ghost-white fragile legs before the vat of red hot wax.

And it actually felt kind of nice.

Well i mean it stung a little and my legs looked like someone had whipped them repeatedly after it was done, but, all in al,l it kind of felt good, like a strong exfoliate.

So another first I went into with fear and came out of victorious.

Next up la pelvis. "No calvo por favor. NO CALVO!"