One thing that has remained constant amongst the world humans under this lockdown (forced & self) is their involuntary quest for both introspection and extrospection. Whether we want it or not life has boiled down to the bare essentials even for the fortunate ones.
while we women fight for equal treatment as that of our male counterparts, nature has done its bit in making us realise that women and men are just a few levels of androgens apart. All thanks to the salons being shut. Some of us who are not that good at DIY techniques can give a complex to the males in the locked house with bushy eyebrows, noticeable moustaches and a dash of beard. Amongst the thousands of forwards being forwarded during this lockdown, there was one such forward that resonated with my current feeling so I too mindlessly forwarded to the other groups without knowing there would be a backlash by a man stating that I shouldn't engage in gender discrimination.
This post may not go very well with women who find waxing, threading and other dreadful methods therapeutic but will definitely ring a bell with those who don't understand why we do it but do it anyway.
Ladies, do your gentlemen get waxed?
Gentlemen, do your ladies get waxed?
A few every week, few every fortnight and the others, ok never mind!
However, irrespective of the frequency the question remains- WHY? Because all the other ladies do. It's almost like a screening test for most to even make friends..."Oh she hasn't waxed her hands"... "Oh My God! She has worn ankle-length leggings and her legs look like Amazon jungle". In my defence, I am just thinking aloud here.
Recently my neighbour barged into my house because I normally don't invite people in. Hey before you judge me, I have two monkeys so if you show at my doorstep without my invite you are in for a surprise. The same kind of surprise when u see my unwaxed hands and legs.
So back to my neighbour, she asked if I would want to accompany her to the parlour to get the hands, legs, armpits waxed because there was some offer going on. I told her I just get my eyebrows and upper lips done and that too once in a fortnight so these offers don't help much. Also, they don't even give you that light massage on your eyebrows after they are done (Ah the little pleasures of a sleepless mother) like back in India so lesser motivation. I asked her to carry on.
She immediately realised that I had miserably failed in her screening test so she immediately decided to hug me with her sarcasm. "hahaha I know these waxing sessions are so torturous but I have to go today. I somehow managed wearing long sleeves till today"
And I kept wondering, manage what?
She might have thought to put things into perspective for me before she left so she asked me a thought-provoking question (actually it provoked two ), "Doesn't your husband say anything? Don't you want to appear neat?"
My first thought, "How on earth is painfully getting your hair plucked which is god-gifted just to please somebody appearing neat???"
Second thought- She doesn't know that my husband recently got to know that I pay 40 dirhams just for eyebrows and upper lips. I recently made him wait in his car while I pit stopped at a parlour and
I was back in ten minutes. He was so surprised he asked if it was closed. I told him I was done with my eyebrows and upper lips so I had come to collect my wallet to pay them 40 AED. He was so puzzled.....40 AED for ten minutes job? No, he didn't dare say it aloud because I think aloud for him too at such circumstances.
However, he did ask what I had got done so I told him, "eyebrows and upper lips".
He kept gazing and finally asked what does upper lips mean..?
I had to explain! So I told him, we women too get facial hair that we need to take care of or else I will end up sporting a moustache unless he didn't mind me giving him a complex.
He gazed again only to break into a burst of loud laughter...
All this while he was imagining me with a moustache and not falling prey to my sarcasm. That moment I felt, this man doesn't deserve even this. Yes, that liberating moment when u feel u need to take a no-filter selfie. Trust me I was so strong for ten days that I had made up my mind to never ever undergo this painful thing again. Thought I will break the stereotype. Then on the eleventh day, all my facial hair was back and so was I in the parlour to get them trimmed.
This time around due to the lockdown I realised I am so relaxed about my facial hair because there is no peer pressure (exempting the DIY women). This feeling and the backlash made me wonder about our obsession with waxing or threading. Waxing apparently dates back to the ancient Egyptians, but they had a more egalitarian approach. Men and women both used to get waxed. The fact that most men don't do it anymore proves that they have found easier methods of self-grooming. Or have we tricked ourselves to believe that hairless body parts make us feel confident and not like an outcast?
Nonetheless, hair or no hair, we always know how to justify what we want! Also, an ode to all the skin-deep relationships. Turns out a few are not so smooth after all(pun intended)!