...a small Indian woman with a spool of thread.
People in New York are obsessed with hair removal, myself included. Now, do not fear -- I'm not going to get all gross and talk about waxing or man-scaping or whatever the hell you want to call it. Rather we are going to have a heart to heart about threading. Yes, this is a chick topic because no, we don't shave our faces (or at least I don't...'cause that's friggin weird).
Anyway, unlike, say, waxing no one has ever complained to me about the pain of threading or warned me away. So let me do you all a favor: BEWARE OF THE SPOOL. I'm not saying I don't like the results (I no longer have a 5 o'clock shadow...okay, not like I ever did, but my face is really really really smooth -- and my Selma Hayek-esque unibrow is no longer....fun Selma fact: that isn't make up, she just grew those suckers in for the Frida movie). But I am saying the pain is not worth it. Especially if you aren't the bearded lady.
(for those who do not know what threading is and have 5 minutes of your life to waste, watch this. There was some other YouTube video where they threaded around some dude's beard...wacked)
I like to think I'm pretty tough, have a relatively high pain threshold, etc. So I walked into one of these places on a whim, tilted my head back and figured "no prob." Within seconds I am have a clenched jaw and am squeezing my eyes shut as involuntary tears run down the sides of my face. The woman doing this to me is not amused, does not pause and proceeds to (well, at least it felt this way) pull 3-4 layers of skin off my face. My teeth still hurt from grinding them.
Not cool. And then I walked out to meet a friend and the first thing she asks me is "what happened to your face?" (answer: mini-rope burn) and the second thing is "are you high?" (answer: no, I wish)
I know pain is beauty or beauty is pain or whatever the saying is, but any process that requires a percoset to get through it should be banned by the state.
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