Fun & Famous

WHAT MEN CAN’T HANDLE

but women can

The other day a guy friend of mine asked if I could have a look at his eyebrows. He felt like there were two or three hairs that had taken on a life of their own and he was all but impressed. “Look, this is proof that I really am getting older. I’m getting those weird granddad eyebrows.” He was exaggerating, obviously, but there were indeed two or three hairs that had decided to jump out in different directions. “No problem,” is what I told him, “I can have those gone in no time.”

As I grabbed my tweezers, I could spot the change of color in his face. His big puppy eyes were staring at my Tweezerman and I could hear him stammer something like “uhm, uhh, what are you planning on doing? Is that really necessary? No you know what, never mind.” I mumbled something about how men always exaggerate things so I took my Tweezerman, parked it on his eyebrow and told him to sit still. “Seriously, it hardly takes a second and come on, it’s just three little hairs.” So then I yanked out a hair and nearly lost my sense of sound.

I’ve never ever heard anything as loud as the noise that came out of his mouth. As if I had single handily ripped his left leg out of its socket, he rolled over and dramatically threw his hand onto his forehead and spent the next ten minutes weeping about how FUCKING painful that was. No joke.

So there I was, sitting next to him, thinking about the dozens of times I got myself waxed, the dozens of times I had my eyebrows done in salons and all those mornings I spent planted in front of my mirror getting rid of all those hairs in places I didn’t want them to be. The countless number of years I had been tortured with a monthly visitor which thank god I no longer deal with ever since I got an IUD,  however I can still recall the back pains and cramps and every other bit of suffering as if it were yesterday. And what about those dozens of miles I have spent walking on heels, sometimes for fun, but mostly with an uncanny amount of pain as if very own feet had died on me?

They say women can handle pain better than men can because at some point in life, they’re supposed to squeeze out a human being. So back to the man in question. After finally being able to get rid of all three (THREE) hairs fifteen minutes later, he asked me for an ice pack to numb his “pain” and it makes me believe that indeed, us women were built to be capable of dealing with more pain than the other sex.

Men. We have to spare them a little cause sometimes they’re just a bunch of little girls.