We’ve Established That I’m Hairy, Right? AKA: Don’t Read This, Sweetie

My best buddies: Tweezers
The hair removal process I subject myself to before going out:
- Shaving (the usual suspects: legs, bikini lini, underarms)
- Depilatory-ing (upper lip)
- Plucking (eyebrows and the stray upper lip hair that Nair missed)
- Trimming (my eyebrows, you perv)
Really? I know I have PCOS (polycystic ovary syndrome; it means I’m hairy. Also, most likely infertile, but that’s not something that’s likely to be an issue in my life) and all, but that’s a bit extreme for a random night out, no?
