May 9th 2008 : We have a no!no! winner!
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Have you longed for the no!no!? Perhaps, you’ve read all the reviews and really, really want the no!no! but for some reason or another you haven’t been able to get that lovely, hair reduction tool into your hands. What if I were to tell you that one lucky reader will be the owner of a new no!no! – maybe that reader is you!
Here’s how you can enter to win the No!No!:
- In the comments section, tell us your funniest hair removal story.
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Contest ends Wednesday May 7th 2008 (11:59PM EST), at which time the comments section will be closed, so hurry up and get your story in for a chance to win the No!No!.
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The details: No!No! retail value: $250. Winner will be announced on Friday May 9th 2008. An email will be sent to the winner and a corresponding blog post will be made announcing the winner. The No!No! will be sent to the winner from Berhman PR. Contest limited to USA only. If we are unable to make contact with the winner within five business days of the first attempt at contact we will contact the runner-up and she/he will be announced as the winner.
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No!No! trivia of interest: Celebrities who love their no!no!: Melissa Rivers, Hillary and Haylie Duff, and Usher.
Submitted by Ms. distressedDERMA on Monday, 21 April 2008
April 27th, 2008 at 5:40 pm
No!-No! Hair Removal Story. While I have a story above my experiences with hair removal, it may not be funny but rather pathetic. I began shaving around the age of 16 (mother wouldn’t let me start sooner). I had an electric razor. I thought that was the cat’s meow. I went along shaving about once a week for quite a few years with having lots of stubble and ingrown hairs in the bikini area. I then had back surgery from scoliosis (ultimately had 10 operations in all) and wanted the easiest way to shave as it was difficult for me to get into the proper position with rods in my back. At that time I changed to a disposable shaver because it gave me a closer shave. The problem was that I ended up with more razor cuts than you can imagine. Remember seeing your dad or brother cut themselves shaving and putting a piece of toilet paper on the cut until it stopped bleeding? Well, I had so many cuts, I would just spray my leg and basically wrap it with TP and you could see little red drops seeping through and it looked like I had chicken pox on my legs only. What was I going to do? Either I cut myself up or I fell in the shower trying to get into the proper position. I turned to alternatives – NADS – hot wax – any depilatory creams and all I did was add burns to my cuts. I decided to look into other contraptions (I couldn’t afford professional lazer treatments). I started using emjoi product where it basically tweezes the hair from your legs. I have to lay down on the couch or bed to get the best lighting and become a contortionist twisting my legs and tightening the skin to achieve the best results. That worked a little better; however I began to get ingrown hairs and then had to use either needles or a pair of tweezers to try to remove them and then all I got was scabby legs! I then ordered a finally free electrolysis system and when I received it I was so disappointed when I realized the amount of time and positions I would have to use to tweeze every hair on my legs. By the time I finished whatever system I chose to use I was exhausted and marked for life! Now I see the No!-No! product and would love to give it a try. I just would like to be able to use a hair removal system that doesn’t require so many side affects – would love to either win this product or be able to do a similar reporting of it being given to me and I could report on my (hopefully) very successful use for those of us who do have physical handicaps preventing us just from lifting our legs in the shower and using a razor without falling down. Thank you~
April 27th, 2008 at 8:22 pm
I was preparing for my 10th anniversary weekend. I decided to wax my bikini line so I could wear some sexy lingerie for hubby. I successfully waxed the right and left sides while standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom. After finishing and thinking, “That wasn’t so bad” I decided to “take a little off the top”. Unfortunately, I didn’t stop to think about the fact that hot wax does not have any gravity-defying properties and before I could put the muslin strip over the wax it had dripped down and I was covered in wax. Of course, this hadn’t mattered on the sides as I was removing all of the hair. I spend the next two hours soaking in a hot bath and slowly cutting out clumps of wax until I could get the hair short enough (and wax free enough) to just shave it all off. Of course, hubby had to laugh at me the whole time (how’s that for a romantic evening). When he asked me how I had made such a mess, my reply was “It was an accident” to which he quickly responded, “No, that was a waxident!”
April 27th, 2008 at 10:45 pm
My funniest hair removal experience happened in the winter. There aren’t a lot of perks to the cold winter, but one is that you don’t have to worry about shaving, as much. I have coarse, dark leg hair, so its a relief to wear jeans everyday and not have to worry about what my legs look like, unlike during the summer when shaving is a daily method. Taking advantage of the winter weather, my legs hadn’t been shaved for probably four weeks. I had let them grow, and they resembled the legs of a well-matured man. I was with some friends and one decided it would be fun to go hottubing at her boyfriends house. He had a couple friends over too, so we thought it would be a good time. But as soon as we got there and were changing into our suits, I had slipped off my jeans and forgot about my oh-so hairy leg situation! My friends were impatiently waiting outside the bathroom already in their suits, so I told them to go and I’d be out in five minutes. I panicked, and whipped open the shower curtain, thinking maybe there was a razor I could “borrow”. Sure enough, there was, and I snatched it as I looked for a bar of soap or some type of lubrication so my legs didn’t get too badly razor burned. There was nothing, no shampoo or conditioner, no bar of soap, no nothing. I looked to the sink and saw foam hand wash and thought, well, it’s better than nothing! I splashed some water on my legs then started lathering the faomy soap on. I was in such a rush I took the razor, and slid it up my foamy leg. Excruciating pain followed as I let out a little yelp. I took a close look at the disposable razor and realized it should have been thrown out a long, long time ago. I tried letting warm water run down my legs for a bit, thinking it would soften up the hair a little, but that did nothing. As I attempted to shave again, the razor seemed to have cut more of my skin than my hair! Defeated, I cleaned off the evil razor and placed it where I had found it in the shower. I looked at my legs and they appeared to be in even worse shape than before I had started! There was still a digusting amount of hair, and on top of that, there were cuts with dried blood and pores that looked like they were on the verge of bleeding. You could of probably guessed that there was no hottubing for me that night!
April 28th, 2008 at 10:18 am
I have no funny story, I AM a funny story; my life a calamitous collection of failed attempts at femininity (Dita von Teese I am not).
I was born half-Sasquatch, but with the bad luck of living in the city, without the luck of living in a cave, perhaps under a rock. Riddled with pores too big for sense to comprehend, the illogicality results in MULTIPLE hairs per pore or black debris left over from a pore too lonely without its other half, its Batman to Robin, a diabolical duo more zero than hero. (Sometimes the pores get wise to me and form little cozy domes, even producing a milky bath to cushion the curling, newborn hair inside.)
I’m cruelly surrounded by people with smooth, poreless slabs of alabaster for flesh. My mother, sister, grandmothers, friends are utterly hairless. (A friend of mine is bewildered at this “hair shaving business”. Blinking at me as if I were a different species, she once queried, “shaving? I never do that.” Even her BROTHERS are less hairy than me. “Can you BRAID yours?” I once challenged them. “Can you warm an igloo? Drop a hair ladder down to a drowning man? Win a hair-growing competition?!? MAKE COMPOST????” I blazed and taunted. “NO, you can’t! Hah!”
Sometimes the removal of so much organic matter really does seem like a waste down the drain or in the dumpster.
My “I have only six of the finest, most transparent gossamar-like armpit hairs so ephemeral they might as we be shadows of hair even after the onset of puberty” sister is CURIOUS about my hair growth. Inconceivable. She confronts me sometimes, standing there in nice sundresses or tank tops, shorts or tees, unconsciously cruel to my predicament.
I buy tank tops to look at, not to wear.
When temptation proves too much to bear,
I wear them for a moment in the house;
Like poor little Charlie Bucket languishing
once-a-year candy bar – is tormenting.
Will no!no! be my Willy Wonka?
She whines, “C’mon, lemme see! I don’t know what it looks like!”
She does not know what she asks. I once, out of spite, shoved a used wax strip in her face and innocence crumbled when confronted with the thick, spine-tingling image of an Amazon of hair, dots of blood, and clots of baby powder clinging wretchedly, dangling perilously.
“Ewww…is that real!?” she screeched.
Eyes too wide for their sockets, her expression was ten kinds of disgust and horror.
Sometimes she tries to help. Once it resulted in a case of folliculitis so bad my doctor thought I had a blood disease. Calmly lancing and draining the puss from vengeful follicles, I could only cackle helplessly at myself and my delusions of effortless smoothness. I was the picture of derangement. My despaired mother sat beside me wondering, “how did this happen??” I shrugged, bereft of feeling to my cureless plague.
April 28th, 2008 at 7:00 pm
I never understood why girls always complained about how waxing hurt so much. I was hanging out with one of my female friends in college and we were sitting in her dorm room debating about waxing. She got fed up and said I couldn’t really talk about the pain unless I had actually gone through it. I agreed to let her wax my feet (yes, I have a lot of hair on the top of my feet) so I could see for myself whether or not it was worth complaining about. She waxed one foot, and it did REALLY hurt like crazy. I’m thinking I should have trimmed the hair first…but, needless, to say, I wouldn’t let her touch the other foot. No big deal, I would just let the hair on the other foot grow back eventually. I went on a date later that week with a girl I had been into for a while, and we ended up going back to my room to watch a movie. Forgetting about my one waxed foot, I slipped off my shoes, popped in the movie, and sat on the couch. She was acting a bit weird throughout the night and then the day after, I had a feeling she really wasn’t into me anymore. I was confused because I thought the night had started off well and it was her idea to go back and watch a movie together. Only later did I find out she was totally weirded by my hairless foot and that’s why she was so aloof. She could’ve just asked…I would have gladly explained!
April 29th, 2008 at 9:16 am
The week before my wedding, my soon to be wife convinced me to get a manicure and pedicure with her, which I can admit, I enjoyed. Getting into the spirit of things, I decided it might be nice to wax my chest to be smooth for our honeymoon. Luckily for me, there was a salon right around the corner from my apartment.
I went in and asked to get my chest waxed. The women there were very nice to me, realizing that I had no idea of the pain I was about to face. I have more respect for women who wax now after that experience! I ended up walking out looking like I had a serious skin condition! Red dots all over…luckily it went away before the honeymoon!!! I haven’t been waxed since!
April 29th, 2008 at 2:24 pm
Before I had even started shaving my legs my mom had bought an epilator. She thought using an epilator would be easier than spending time waxing. Well, she never used it! Years later I went to live in the dorms away from the luxury of visiting a salon to get waxed. I had packed my mom’s barely used epilator with me. My roommate was fascinated with the device and loved the results. She hated shaving after that! My roommate had just finished her legs and needed to sanitize the device because we were both using the same one. The company had gone through many different model changed since this particular one was purchased, and we loved this one more than any others. She left the epilator on, turned her head to grab the bottle of rubbing alcohol and felt something pull the hair. The epilator is caught in her hair right at the scalp! She’s screaming at the top of her lungs, “help! Mahisha, help me!!” I dash up the stairs to see what happened to her and see that she has the epilator dangling from her forehead. I started laughing hysterically, thinking that this could only happen to her. We had to cut her hair to get the epilator loose. And gave her some great bangs before bangs became a fashion trend again. My other roommate and I start taking pictures of her to document her mishap. Since that day she stopped waxing at home and using the dreaded epilator.
April 29th, 2008 at 4:17 pm
When I was little I had a fascination with all the crazy stuff adults would do and when I was three I was taken to hospital after putting nail varnish in my eyes (turns out red really wasn’t my color). So my parents were pretty careful about letting me know what kids do and what’s just for grown ups. They didn’t really figure shaving into this whole learning process as it was a dad thing but alas, I loved the idea and proceeded to cover not only my chin but my entire face and hair in foam. I started just shaving off bits of hair/eyebrows/face left, right and centre until my older brother came in in hysterics. My mom wasn’t so happy. She cried. She’s over it now but sadly, I’ll never live it down.
April 30th, 2008 at 4:06 pm
When I was 12 I was very self-concious about my hairy arms. Before heading to camp that summer i decided to shave them. Little did I know they would grow back stubbier and darker. My older sister noticed my plight and came to my rescue. I was very shy to talk about it but she told me we could wax them instead. I had no idea of the pain involved in waxing and as she was taking the first few rips with wax I made such a fuss that my dad came in to see what was the problem. I was mortified, but instead of making fun of me my dad offered to go through the torture with me. So there we sat like a regular bunch of gals at the salon, my dad and I getting our arms waxed together.
April 30th, 2008 at 4:33 pm
When I was 14 and my sister was 12, we were on summer break from school and home alone as both parents worked. We decided that growing up in sunny Miami, we needed hairless legs. We got our allowance money pooled together and rode our bikes up to the corner drugstore to purchase a home wax kit. We had no idea what we were getting into. We got home, and read the instructions (sort of). We decided that my sister would be first. We heated the wax and applied it to her shins. We forgot the part about putting baby powder on first before the hot wax. Needless to say, when we were trying to pull off the wax during her blood curdling screams, our Dad called to see how we were doing. He heard the screaming and started yelling back, “DO I NEED TO COME HOME NOW?” Well, we told him no and eventually got the wax off her legs. The scars healed nicely and 33 years later are hardly notiable at all. We know that we added to his gray hairs that day. To this day, I still smile when thinking about it, even with our father fighting cancer and is weak from the chemo and raidation, he still laughs about that as well. There are just some memories that will stay with you all your life and this is one of them for my father, sister and myself.