The only thing less sexy than an Amazonian bush during bikini season is the horrifically embarrassing bumps known as ingrown hairs that can be left behind after grooming below the belt.  (Sorry, Dad. TMI?)

When I go in for my Brazilian beauty treatment, I often shrug off the “add-on’s” they push on you at the end.  How many different swipes and pads and lotions and potions does one need for her nether regions?  Well, a couple of waxes ago, I was swayed and I decided to test out PFB Vanish… mostly because I was sort of obsessed with my esthetician and would have believed anything she told me and also because it was a very simple bottle.  It looked fairly straightforward– and I like straightforward.

Basically, it’s a roll-on that you apply after showers (more or less frequently depending on how sensitive your skin is) that will prevent irritation and ingrown hairs. One reason it’s awesome?  You never have to touch the “solution” with your hands.  This particular application is very no fuss no muss.  I also noticed a serious difference by using it every other day.  I had far fewer ingrown hairs and this may be totally unrelated, but I actually think my hair has taken longer to grow back.

There are really only a few things you can do to prevent ingrown hairs in the first place, so listen up:

• Exfoliate!! Be sure to do a little scrub-a-roo in this region when bathing.
• Use a product with salicylic or glycolic acid (that’s where PFB comes in).
• Do NOT pick at those pesky bumps.  This area is sensitive and picking can cause infection and even scarring.

Looks like smooth sailing to me!

xx.

WhyDid

Image via SkinRxClinic

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While settling in, heating up leftovers, and navigating the TV to watch something slightly less than completely brainless last night, we stumbled upon an old classic: The Wizard of Oz.  It had been years since I’d watched it (the Wicked Witch of the West and those damned flying monkeys used to scare the crap out of me), but I quickly remembered why this was such a great movie.  Despite the underlying message: there’s no place like home, the real reason I love this movie may have something to do with the bond between Dorothy and Toto.  When I watched the way Dorothy interacted with her loyal pooch, I couldn’t help but think about my own.  So many people equate a boy and his dog, but really, a girl’s best friend may very well be a dog rather than diamonds.  Alright, who am I kidding?  We need both.

In pop culture, Paris Hilton is often given all the credit when it comes to making your pooch the ultimate accessory.  In reality, Dorothy did all the legwork and received zero credit.  P. Hilton wasn’t the first girl to think of sticking Fido in her Fendi.  Notice Dorothy’s sassy straw tote (er… basket)?  It appears that Dorothy was way ahead of her time.

So which lovely lady really made puppy love so popular?

there truly is no place like home.

xx,

WhyDid

Photos via News of the World

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I can’t lie, all week long I notice things that are completely and ridiculously obnoxious, but when it comes time to sit down and write “the list” I draw a complete blank.  Looks like I need an assistant.  Anyway, here’s what I came up with this week…

1. People with SUV’s who don’t know how to drive them.  Seems like the worst drivers are always the ones with the biggest vehicles.
2. Wasted time. Mine, yours, someone else’s.
3. Leg 1 of Paris Hilton’s brothel themed 30th birthday parties.  Give it up already. 
4. The smell of burnt hair.
5. Drama on Entourage. Why is he so annoying?  Why is he cast? Who owed him a favor?
6. The sound of high heels that need reheeled.  Take care of that, would ya?
7. When you smush your lipstick to the of the lid.  It’s never the same.
8. Guys who are under the impression that they are, in fact, still in college.  Still in a fraternity, as a matter of fact.
9. Luvs “Heavy Dooty” commercial.  Ew. Just ew.          
10. Speaking of creepy babies.

xx,

WhyDid

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I haven’t talked about this little lady in a while…

Oh, hey Paris!  I’m not sure whether the actual outfit or the look on her face is what kills me the most.  She looks so proud of herself.  To be quite honest, if I didn’t know this was Paris, I would think it was just a waitress from T.G.I. Fridays on break at the airport.  Well, except she seems to be missing some “flair.”

Let’s take a closer look:

Oh, I stand corrected.  The matching hat and fingerless gloves really just put this ensemble over the edge.  Talk about flair! I’m always baffled by fingerless gloves.  I understand them when they have the little mitten type of thing that covers your fingers when you’re done texting.  That makes sense to me.  The ones that are just fingerless for the sake of being fingerless seem to be a bit of an oxymoron.  Not to mention, Paris isn’t dressed like she’s particularly cold anywhere else besides, I suppose, her wrists.

Speaking of flair… Her cheesy flare legged black pants and bizarre puff sleeve shirt only further confuse me.  And the red diaper bag? I thought it might be one of her poor sweet animals inside, but I don’t see any breathing holes… so for the sake of Tinkerbell, let’s hope it’s just a fugly purse. Let’s just cross our fingers that Paris is hopping a flight out of town… to a place with no paparazzi so we are not subjected to fashion f*ck up’s like this one.

xx,

WhyDid

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While I tried to sleep last night with a dog curled around my left foot and a cat purring like a diesel engine in my right ear, I wasn’t particularly thrilled to wake up to a talking cat on TV this morning. That’s right, Salem from Sabrina the Teenage Witch was my wakeup call.  Seeing as our family zoo partied all night, I was far too tired to bother changing the channel before opening my laptop and sipping on my morning beverage. So, when the credits rolled for Sabrina, I still didn’t bother changing the channel.  I was too immersed in Twitter updates and Google Analytics to exert the extra effort.

Then something caught my ears:

“Everything you’re chasing is worth nothing.”

Some creepy spiritual infomercial was on, but this gentleman put into words something I have thought to myself many times.  Right before I moved to Los Angeles, I think I was guilty of this very same thing.  For so long, I had been putting emphasis on all the wrong things.  Things that just did not and should not matter.

I am no longer 22, bright eyed and naive, so why in the world would I still be chasing the same things?  The novelty of nightclubs and i-bankers and “celebrities” should wear off after a while, shouldn’t it?  When does one realize that  he or she is not a celebrity and is most likely not going to be receiving a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame any time soon?  Why on earth are so many people still grasping at straws and trying to “live the dream”?

Our culture has somehow tricked itself into thinking that we are all a whole lot more important than we really are.  With reality shows focusing on just about every topic under the sun and “stars” who are famous for adding nothing of value to humanity (talking to you Kardashians and Hilton), we all are under the impression that fame and fortune is just within reach.

The sad truth is that most people will never reach fame or fortune but will certainly exhaust themselves trying.  Racking up credit card debt to buy “things” that make them feel good temporarily and to be “seen” at places that will make them feel “cool” in that moment.  At the end of the day, none of this garbage matters.  It’s all just white noise.

The things that matter are much simpler.  Meaningful relationships, family, health, and kindess are just a few to start.  Unfortunately, for some, they may not even realize what’s important until it is too late. And alas, they’ll be the last one in the nightclub with cranberry stains on their clothes and the janitors mopping the floor. Alone.

xx,

WhyDid

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