I saw a tv commercial last night about "man-scaping" that made me chuckle Tt reminded me of my husband's experience with waxing. Hair waxing, that is. Back hair waxing. We were preparing for a South Carolina beach vacation, on St. James Island, to be exact. Anyway, since we'd be gone for 6 days, I wanted to wax my legs. My hubby commented that it must be painful and I replied it really wasn't all that bad and worth the results of less shaving. After he watched the process, wincing whenever I tore off the strips, he decided he wanted to try it. On his back. His very hairy back, which I consider FUR. I had no problem with that, so he stretched out on the bed, I applied the wax and a block of paper, rubbed it down tight, and let 'er rip. WELL. I have never heard such caterwauling out of a man in my entire life! He popped up and off the bed like a jack-in-the-box, and took off out of the room, calling back to me: "That's it! No more! What is wrong with you women?! That's torture! My back's on fire!" You know, things of that nature. A few days later we arrived at the beach, donned our swimsuits, and of course his back had this big bare spot. It looked like his "fur" had a touch of mange. As I applied extra sunscreen to it, I told him how silly it looked. He said nothing, but if looks could kill, I probably would have been 'sleeping with the fishes'.