Male waxing

Before we begin, let me assure you now, I have not had a back, sack and crack!

Back in Brum, rather than go to a barber (who very rarely uses a pair of scissors, but prefers a set of clippers) to get my hair done, I go to my local Toni and Guy, see the same hairstylist and leave with my hair done the way I wanted it not the way the barber wants. It's a bit more expensive, but I don't go as often as I'd have to if I was going to a barber, so it nearly balances out.

Over here I've yet to find a place like that, that will do men, however there are hundreds of barbers shops, the Syria Saloon is across the road from Salon Syria, which are both a few minutes walk from Beirouty Barber. So out of desperation to get my big hair sorted, off I popped down to the Beirouty Barber. A nice guy, in a modern clean salon, who even took appointments and noted them on outlook on his laptop. He had all the gadgets there, clippers, trimmers, shavers etc. In fact every electrical item related to mens hair that you could think of, and not a set of straighteners in sight. Fair play he did an ok job on the hair, but then he went the extra mile. As I was sitting in the chair, he opened up his draw, picked out a couple of cue tips, dipped them in something from a tub, and then placed one in each of my ears and one up each of my nostrils. Left them there and carried on with my hair. Obviously I knew what was coming, so when I got over the fact of how ridiculous I looked, I then began to imagine the pain I was about to endure. And it was painful! Though it did a good job, I couldn't help but think, if my eyes watered by having four little tugs of wax from my ears and nose, how (and why) do women do what they do to a much larger surface area of their body?