iS yOURS wAXED?

Here’s a question. When you go and get your vagina waxed, do you put it up as your Facebook status? Or maybe you just call a friend to let them know that you just had it done, and in fact, this time went for the full-monty instead of the usual landing strip. You’re most likely not one to share such information, so the thought of telling people how sensitive your girlie parts feel today is more than a bit of a cringe.

Ding Dong! Queue the Queen Bee Salon and Spa! My god but does this salon not shy from the raw facts behind waxing and beautifying the devil down there. I only discovered this confident and casual beauty spa, because of their brave and upfront print ads. Such as these!

Very comical. A bit shocking at first; uncomfortable to the eye. I don’t like to imagine bare chickens running around. They seem less healthy that way. But, it’s not as bad as the hairless cat. I’d purposefully run that thing over without flinching. I’d even smile while I did it.

Lets not forget the bloody beaver. Cute animal, usually. This one reminds me of those seventy six year old gym fanatics that take steroids and pump iron like a teenager can.

Yes, it’s a different site at first, but you have to admit that it’s really funny once you notice what the ad is for.

I like it because it’s simple but it’s cheeky too. Take something cute and make it ugly. How dare they? But they did. And we like it.

It’s not to say that if you come to the salon and get your lady bits waxed that it will look ugly. Of course not. They’re simply sending out the message that any part of you, big or small, can be waxed, without a problem and without leaving one strand of hair behind. Basically, they're the best beauty spa on the market. They best way to communicate this, is to take something fluffy, something that we only really ever see with hair on it, and take the hair off. It worked. 

To further the bold statement, a visit to the website will introduce you to the confident tone and manner of the staff at Queen Bee Salon & Spa. No joking around. Why use the word blemish when the word pimple exists? And why soften the talk when you could just say it the way it is. Trust me. I did feel slightly uncomfortable when I started reading the blog. I was shocked to read certain truths and didn’t want to admit to them. But what really fascinated me was that it is written with such honesty and bravery. Most things that women hate to ask each other in case they are ‘weird’ for having that, or doing that, or feeling that, is all spoken about on the website. And it suites the print ads perfectly. What you see is what you get.

So do yourself a favour. The next time you travel over to your local beauty spa to get your precious princess groomed, open up a little. Ask the questions you really want to ask. Don’t beat around the bush.