When laser hair removal becomes a razor hair removal
Beauty in Seattle on 31 Jan 2007 at 11:41pm
Laser hair removal was today's big activity. I finally decided I was done with the upper-lip bleaching. And I'm too chicken to wax.
My appointment began with a very youthful 20-something cosmetic aesthetician offering reassurances that she only burned one poor soul. But never worry, with my pale-as-the-moon skin tone, I would be safe. She declared my skin type a Fitzpatrick 3; which put me in safe territory. I tuned out her explanation of who Fitzpatrick was/what he did. I was also told that laser hair removal sessions reach only 20 percent of your hairs each time. Somehow this translated into 8 to 12 sessions. I'm no math major but...
Despite a sinking feeling I had made a bad decision, I followed the aesthetician into the treatment room. Upon arriving she fired up the laser, handed me green tinted goggles, and then....oh - my - GOD...she picked up a $0.50 men's bic razor.
At this point I threw off the goggles. I was NOT going to have my face shaved. Surely I would need 8-12 sessions after I get a man's 5 o'clock shadow!
Her comment that the laser hair removal works best on clean shaven female faces simply didn't help. Off went the laser, out the door I went. Didn't even pretend to make a follow-up appointment.
Maybe the hair bleaching isn't so bad afterall. Anyone think this was a normal experience? I'm feeling no remorse for my laser hair removal quick escape.