I'm on a mailing list for a local spa/salon. I should mention I live on the south shore of Boston, and my town is also nicknamed "The Irish Riviera". This isn't a city-slicker $50 for a mani type of place, and I appreciate the fact that, for a few miles drive, I can go in for an occasional facial or eyebrow wax and not break the bank. Still, it's amazing what special offers you can be afforded when you're on a mailing list.
To wit, today I found this special offer:
"Nothing says "I feel lucky" more than a Shamrock vajazzle!! Come in to Gl*w and show your Irish pride by donning a green shamrock (anywhere on your body) in honor of St. Patrick's Day. You're friends will be so jealous... Just $15."
Yeah, I know, I know...this isn't exactly groundbreaking news, thanks to a one Jennifer "Boob" Hewitt and her labia of a year or so ago. She promotes some lame book which makes an offhand reference to her vajazzling practices (in interviews of same book promotion, somehow this was an integral part in getting over a break up to Jamie Kennedy, to which I can only offer a heartfelt "????") but now this 3rd party personal grooming -meets-"interior design" has infultrated my small town spa.
And, (AND!) as if that were not enough to digest, my neighbor who also goes to this same salon, has asked about this service, along the lines of "are people really going for this?" and reportedly yes, and in pretty good numbers, actually.
(I feel like there is a joke about "the south shore" and "Irish Riviera" to be made here...give me a minute...)
Perhaps I'm just projecting my own awkwardness and level of commitment to pain for beauty's sake, but damn, ladies. I can barely tolerate a bikini wax. And I'm not even talking The Telly Savalas Special, just a seldom, summertime, very, (verrry) basic "I want to wear a bathing suit without humilation" level of care. Now I am armed with the knowledge that there are women among me, in my town, walking around going Telly Savalas Special AND adding hot glue gun and some rhinestones (shamrock blangy-style) to their parts.
Remember when a thong peeking out of some low-rise pants was THE scandal? Those were some good times, the early 2000s.
Also, I'd like to know why my friends would be "jealous" as the offer suggests, as I can tell you my friends have no personal (specifically, visual) knowledge of South of the Equator lady business. (nursing Carolyn has since removed "North" from that list. ) So do people show off their vajazzling? Is that a thing? Like in the ladies room where we tend to congregate? Or at Book Club? I admit, it's been awhile since I've gone out. Or is it the low $15 price tag that they'll be jealous of? It's a confusing time for me.