Ok girls this story is a little racy!  But aren’t we always dying to know how the other side perceives us?  Beauty Undercover doesn’t just want to track the latest in trends and products, we also need to know what men are really thinking.   That’s why we’re unveiling our newest feature, the Manpinion. Today’s is by a high profile guy who doesn’t want to be identified.  So we put him in our Beauty Undercover Protection Program.  Just know this guy doesn’t think women should ever shave south of the equator…even if it’s between waxings.

By Anonymous
I have a new girlfriend. She’s beautiful, warm, positive and very sexy. Our first night in bed seemed effortless– flowed smoothly– but as I kissed my way below the duvet’s edge, I skidded into what felt like the wire brush I used to refinish my coffee table! I didn’t know what to say. Well, saying anything was out of the question but there was no way I was going to be able to please either of us with the freedom and abandon that I had in mind.

Look, I understand we live in a “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander” era. I realize every woman out there has had to grin and bear the whiskered jawline of the man in their life. But I’m sorry ladies, when it comes to below the equator, you don’t get a pass on this one. If you want your southern hemisphere to be romped around in like a playground, then, you’re going to have to remove anything that can cause injury to the boys coming down that slide!

I have one word for you; wax. Okay, two words; wax or laser. Yes, I get to go without shaving if I want. Women even like that two day scruffy look. But, with the snap of your fingers, you can tell me to shave. I can’t say the same thing to you and I shouldn’t have to. Besides, you know if I shave my face in the morning, by the time you get a hold of it at 8pm that night, it’s going to feel like sandpaper on your lips. What makes you think your grit count is any different? Or, that my lips and tongue are any less sensitive?

You have cute names for your peach and you dress it up with lace and silk. Ah, “a rose is a rose is a rose…” Great! I’m with you! No one loves those petals more than I do! And, to mix and stretch my PG-13 metaphors for the last time,  I have no problem if you want to leave a little putting green above the cup.  But there is still an inescapable veritas at the Vaginaville Country Club. No one wants to land in the sand trap or the thorny rough.

But this story has a happy ending.  One morning, when my girlfriend and I woke up, she noticed my face seemed to be breaking out. That was opportunity enough to tell her where my new rash came from. She was apologetic, said she was sorry and now has made her first laser appointment. She did ask if I would mind looking into a procedure as well. “Sure”, I said. “Anything!” She asked, “Would it be a big deal to wax your chest hair?” “All of it?” I replied. Gulp.

Huh! The Manpinion got Beauty Undercover thinking about a great waxer.  Look at the story below.

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