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Do you have chin hair?
I discovered my first chin hair when I was fourteen! It was my boyfriend who pointed it out. We were swimming - the sun shining brightly on my chin like a huge spotlight - when he stared at me strangely.
"What is that?" he asked as he reached for it. I thought he was wiping away a piece of seaweed. So sweet. When he went to pick it off - there was a tug. It was attached. I died.
As I got older, they got harder and darker.
Mine are black and count way more than one. Let's face it - I have a beard.
I share this with you because many of you share my bearded tale - or tail!
We need a plucking club.
I've tried everything.
I started by shaving. I admit it. When I told the hairstylist (you know, the type you tell your chin tales to) she was mortified and warned me to never under any circumstances do that again. I threw away the razor.
She recommended electrolysis, but you need to let it grow out to really zap it. I could not let those wiry whiskers grow wild! No.
Then there are the "feminine" versions of the male ear and nose whiskers wipers. They come in all kinds of pastel colors. I have a purple one. It shaves away all the little tiny peach fuzz on your face too - I suspect making more black ones appear!
Over the years, I've heard from other whiskered women that plucking is the best. I tried. I plucked. And plucked and plucked.
Whiskers are weeds!
The problem with plucking is forgetting. Like this morning. I forgot all about weeding my whiskers until we parked to go to brunch and I looked into the mirror in the car - the sun highlighting the new blackies.
I pluck. One, two, three... five... seven. Ten? No, there's that one over by my cheek. Good lord.
I check the mirror and breathe a sigh of relief as I push the visor up to see standing in the middle of the street staring at me - like I just let the out the biggest butt blast ever in the middle of the fanciest restaurant - a family complete with mom, kids and grandpa.
I shrug and through my open window announce, "Got 'em!"
They walk away quickly. Grandpa heads to his car. Mom and kids go to theirs. I die.
"I love you, honey," my husband says. "All of you." I know he'd pluck those little beasts if I really needed him too. But isn't that a girlfriend's job?
Then I look up as the mom is getting into the driver's seat. She grins at me - an I'm a whisker weeder too grin.
I found another member of Pluck and Cluck. Please dear God, have someone pluck ‘em when I'm too old to see ‘em. Help a hairy sister out.
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Report Sat Aug 4, 2012 - 8:08 pmLaser, laser, laaaaaser!Reply -
Report Fri Aug 3, 2012 - 11:53 amI'm in the club... I only have one so far that I pluck. My mom has more and my grandma had them as well...its in the genes!Reply
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Thu Aug 2, 2012 - 2:33 am
Thank God I'm not the only one. I've never been caught plucking in the car, but your response is PRICELESS! No wonder that lady was smiling at you, cutie-pie.Reply -
1 reply, Last reply by Angela on Thu Aug 2, 2012 at 7:52 am
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Report Wed Aug 1, 2012 - 10:22 pmI am a member of this club. I had my older sister point out some to me one day. She then admitted to me that she had some too. It is nice to know that I am not the only one.Reply
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1 reply, Last reply by Angela on Thu Aug 2, 2012 at 7:51 am
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Report Wed Aug 1, 2012 - 8:31 pmAhh! I cannot believe I'm asking/saying this is in a public forum... BUT I HAVE TO KNOW! What did she say against shaving!? I shave (SHHH!!!) my chin hairs, and I like it because it doesn't hurt & is super quick to do in the shower (everyday... yep... everyday).Reply
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1 reply, Last reply by Angela on Thu Aug 2, 2012 at 7:51 am
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Report Wed Aug 1, 2012 - 8:30 pmI'm in for the club...lolReply
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1 reply, Last reply by Angela on Thu Aug 2, 2012 at 7:50 am
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Report Wed Aug 1, 2012 - 5:36 pmOh God, I laughed until I cried...because I KNOW...and yes, I forget to weed the whiskers sometimes too...and then I think, "Oh shit how long have THOSE been there?!" So glad to know I'm not alone...Reply
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1 reply, Last reply by Angela on Thu Aug 2, 2012 at 7:49 am
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Thu Aug 2, 2012 - 5:00 am
Oh, count me in, too. I get paranoid because if i can feel then, I'm convinced that the whole world can see them, even though there isn't enough hair to grab onto when I'm looking in a magnifying mirror. And then there's the "oh shit" moment when I find this 1 1/2 inch long black hair that seems to sprout from my neck in the throat area, because I become convinced that everyone has seen it, but nobody has pointed it out to me. But I don't have issues... ;-)Reply -
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Thu Aug 2, 2012 - 12:47 am
I have one. Just one. It drives me crazy. It gets plucked. The mustache needs a full blown wax. I always forget. A club wound be nice.Reply -
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Wed Aug 1, 2012 - 7:10 pm
Grandchildren are good for pointing them out to you!Reply -
1 reply, Last reply by Angela on Wed Aug 1, 2012 at 7:46 pm
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