Here I am after my first bikini wax just minding my own business when BOOM I realise that it’s all grown back with a vengeance as if by magic over night 4 weeks later. At this point, looking down, I came to understand that I was now trapped in a catch-22 of bush waxing; shaving no longer made the cut. Advertisements
“If you don’t mind me asking, Chloe, how much are they paying you?” asked the woman I was replacing, as we sat in a cubicle constructed by short, clinical office dividers that seperated the very divided departments. These dividers would later become the perfect perch for my senior colleagues eyes to peer over and prowl on one’s ass. “Ah, yes,” … More My First Day in Prison
As the #IWD2017 leaders tell us: Each one of us – with women, men and non-binary people joining forces – can be a leader within our own spheres of influence by taking bold pragmatic action to accelerate gender parity. Through purposeful collaboration, we can help women advance and unleash the limitless potential offered to economies … More What’s the need for International Women’s Day?! Let me tell you…
Saying it in French makes death of the pubes sound slightly more eloquent, doesn’t it? Let’s talk about the au un-naturel bikini wax. Never in my comfortable 27 years of life have I experienced a pain quite like wax ripping from the follicles of your lady garden. Why are women doing it to themselves?!
It was quite unexpected. Having left at 7am from my friend’s house post-adult sleepover, I had a fabulous 5 hour journey to Taupo listening to my choice of podcast, stopping at every toilet, market, and cafe on route, and without the “what’s this awful music?” and “you just went to the toilet” and “let’s talk about cranes.” I … More Be Independent: Camp Alone