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!
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- In the comments section, tell us your funniest hair removal story.
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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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Submitted by Ms. distressedDERMA on Monday, 21 April 2008
May 1st, 2008 at 12:46 am
When I was five and my older brother was seven, my mom left us alone for the first time. She needed to go get a few groceries and figured (foolishly) “What’s the harm in being gone for thirty minutes?”
Well, my brother and I decided to play barber. Rather, he decided we were going to play barber, and I was coming along for the ride whether I liked it or not. We were super careful: I changed into a day-old, dirty shirt so I wouldn’t get hair on a clean shirt, I sat in the bathtub so the hair wouldn’t go everywhere, and he even wrapped a towel around my shoulders to be extra-careful we didn’t make a mess.
He then plugged in my dad’s beard trimmer.
And there I sat, happy as a clam (because how often did my older brother bother to pay attention to me?) as he took my dad’s beard trimmer and turned it on. And began to ‘play barber.’
Shaving a line, right down the middle of my head.
That’s about the point my mom came home and grabbed my brother’s hand, and took stock of the situation.
The one thing that was successful was our desire to be clean – the hair didn’t get all over the place. I basically had a reverse-mohawk: a strip of short, short, short (short!) super-short buzzed hair running from the center of my forehead all the way to the top of my neck. The woman at the salon who had cut my hair in the past just laughed when we walked in and threw up her hands.
In the end, and because I threw a major fit in the salon, I got a buzz cut; all my locks falling to the floor like rain. But even then, the beard-trimmer-trimmed section was shorter, and still very visible on my naked little scalp. And I didn’t look even sort of normal for almost a year (and then still looked like a boy for months).
My brother and I never managed to get in quite that much trouble again…and I’ve always given a little more forethought as to what to do with my hair (be it on my head or anywhere else on my body).
May 1st, 2008 at 10:43 am
Back in grammer school we were all sitting on our desks playing 7-up. (dating myself here!! lol) I was wearing a pair of yellow nylons that matched perfectly with my black leggings attached to a multi-colored, polka dot, ruffly top and Sam&Libby shoes! yeah, it was the 80’s alright! As I sat with my legs curled up next to me on the desk, one of the most popular boys in class looks down and says, “Your mom doesn’t let you shave yet huh?” I had never though of it! I looked down and to my surprise, through my yellow nylons you could see all of my long hair mashed underneath!! I was mortified and tried to hide my legs for the rest of the school day! Later that day after running home so no one could see, I demanded that my mom show me how to shave. I have been shaving, waxing, tweezing, and using every other hair remover on the market since, painful or not!!
May 1st, 2008 at 6:26 pm
Living in Hawaii sense I was twelve I haven’t much choice in terms of leg ware, it’s shorts, skirts or die a slow sweaty death. Being of the sasquatch variety female, I have often especially in high school opted for the slow sweaty death. Though I have tried many razors, double triple and quadro, they don’t seem to deliver that smooth leg look my blonder sister enjoys. In other words I have a five 0’clock shadow by noon. Waxing was a painful and expensive route I took for a while until it seemed every hair was in grown and the redness lasted until the hair came back. Tired of the trouble I rebelled for a period of time and went all natural
hiding under jeans and a moist smile. That’s when our family got a visit from some friends from the mainland and their son, whom it seems the years had been VERY kind to. Imagine Patrick Dempsey meets Ewan McGregor. Anyway, of coarse, we are all gonna go snorkeling. Doubting I was fashion savvy enough to pull off the snorkel pants ploy I ran to the shower. “Just gotta get ready quick” I said but “yeah, I wanna go”. I’d been in the shower for what I was trying to figure was not too long when I heard a knock at the door, “Em, you ok?” It was my dad, evidently the natives were restless, ready and waiting. I tried to wrap it up shaving away the tuffs of hair trying to make sure I hadn’t missed any. I had to go over several times to get down to the skin. It was like shaving off a winter coat. When I finally emerged from the steam filled bathroom, young blue eyes was standing right in front of me “..uh, sorry I took so long” I stammered…”Oh, no problem” he said understandingly “sometimes you just want to have a long shower”…When I returned to my room I realized to my mortification that I had been in the shower for almost 2 HOURS! Even with all the time spent I still ended up with little red bumps so once we arrived at the beach I tried keep a good 5ft between me and the TDH (tall dark and hot) poster boy. I pulled of my cover up and jumped in the water without waiting. Since we spent so much time talking he probably wondered what the heck was up. Maybe snorkel pants WILL be the next thing to hit Milan 
May 1st, 2008 at 8:24 pm
When I was younger, my mother told me that we would be going to Mexico with our family for a week over the summer. I had just lost some weight so I decided to go out and get myself a two piece bathing suit instead of wearing the same once piece I had been for years. The bathing suit that I found looked fabulous on me but showed off more of my inner thigh than the old one did. I was trying it on at home when I noticed that it looked there were small bushes coming out of my swimsuit. Luckily (or so I thought) my mother had some nair under her sink. I didn’t read the directions and slathered it all over my legs. Apparently I am allergic to nair…. I spent the entire vacation with a sarong over my legs to hide the redness.
May 2nd, 2008 at 12:58 pm
My mother never said a word to me about shaving, so I always figured I wasn’t old enough. After being made fun of for being one of the hairier girls, I’d just wear pants year-round so no one would ever know.
When I reached junior high, I joined the school’s band. I loved it! My favorite part was marching in the parades and playing for football and basketball games.
This was until it came time for the Fourth of July parade–black shorts was part of the uniform!!
I panicked; I couldn’t march in the parade looking like a bear! So the morning of the parade, not really knowing any better, I put on my shorts, grabbed one of my mother’s razors from the bathroom, went back to my room and began shaving away at any visible part of my leg–without any kind of cream or gel.
I achieved silky-smooth legs for the first time, and was proud of it! I grabbed my flute and headed down to the start of the parade. This left enough time for my skin to finish reacting to what I’d just done, and by the start of the parade, I realized I’d saved myself from looking like a bear–but now I look like a red-spotted leopard and I couldn’t do anything about it.
Not only that–Flutists marched in the front row, and as I was one of the better marchers, I was placed on the corner to help keep the marchers in the middle in line–this meant I was closest to one side of the audience.
I was stuck displaying my red, blotchy legs in the largest Fourth of July parade in my area, and had all of my bandmates asking what the heck happened to me.
When my mom found out, she advised me to use shaving cream next time!
As it turns out, my legs just can’t handle being shaved–I’ve tried every kind of razor, cream, gel, and lotion since then, I ALWAYS end up red and blotchy, sometimes very itchy as well. I get a similar reaction to depilatories, and I’ve heard too many horror stories about waxing to want to try it.
Needless to say, I’m now into my 20s and I don’t own a pair of shorts, nor will you ever find me near a beach!
May 3rd, 2008 at 11:51 am
OK, so here is my story… Not quite as long as all the rest, but well worth trying to win a NO!NO! for.
So since I have dark hair, it’s seems like I was shaving every day and I was complaining about this to the lady for who I was baby sitting for, so she suggested that I try waxing. She said that she wax all the time and it was a lot better than shaving and that she would help me. So one afternoon I show up with everything she recommended and we get started! WOW! that wasn’t quite what I expected! So painful!! I almost thru up after the first strip… I tried to stay compose, thinking that tones of woman do this everyday, if they can do it, so can I. So I thought!! When she rip off the second and third strip I literally passed out!! So embarrassing, I have not tried waxing again. I was so mortified that I avoided her calls for weeks.
I can laugh about it now, but at the time I was horrified.
May 3rd, 2008 at 1:39 pm
I thought it would be a brilliant idea to have my husband ( not trained and not qualified!)wax my “bikini” area. We set up on the kitchen table with high hopes. After almost two hours, much pain and horrible results we were not even done. We had to stop because we were meeting friends for dinner, thank goodness, as I could not stand the pain any longer! I had no time to waste so I hastily dressed and we ran out the door. The rest of the evening was a sticky, tender and sore event. I will say after a couple of glasses of wine the story unfolded and we all had a great laugh at my expense. To realize the comedy of this you have to know my husband. He is a truck driver who is a “good old boy”. No one could believe he would wax me, let alone spend so much time and effort on it! Now that’s what I call love!!
May 4th, 2008 at 12:34 am
I, too, have the pale skin and coarse dark hair that leaves black hair (or the black spots) under the skin after shaving. I can list many, many horror stories about hair removal, but as for funny – only this one. My boyfriend (now hubby) was helping me wax my arms. To make it more fun, he sat me on a chair with a bright light in the kitchen. He then looked at me with hot wax on a stick shouting “Where are the rebel bases located?!?” I cried “I’ll never tell you!” He applied the wax. He then grabbed the end of the muslin strip and sneered “Where are they?” I replied “you’ll never make me talk.” He pulled the strip. I released a cry of agony and the “torture” continued.
Needless to say, this continued with some lurid suggestions of how he could “torture” me in other ways. So we kissed a little and my roommate walks in (back door into kitchen) and sees us kissing with a pile of hairy, waxy muslin strips next to us. She rolled her eyes and said we had the strangest foreplay. Now this is a constant joke amongst some of our friends and we can’t even hold hands in public without someone asking if we need some wax.
May 4th, 2008 at 5:39 pm
I have been a victim of every fad in the hair removal movement. I have pale skin and dark hair so it is a real issue for me. To top it off I have really sensitive skin so harsh chemicals leave me red and bumpy.
I remember this product coming out some years back called NADS. The claim was that is was a toltally natural product, so natural in fact, you can eat it. It was not harsh and was a great option for those sensitve to waxing. The stuff was like honey, I mean sticky and goopy I had a hard time using it without making a huge mess. My girlfriend swore by this product and loved the results so she offered to take care of me. We drank some wine and she did my bikini area then said my eyebrows needed some clean up. I was a little reluctant about it but thought what the heck. As I mentioned the stuff is goopy and it seems as though it melted over more of my brow than I would have liked to remove. When she tore away the cloth strip my brow was gone. This stuff must have melted to cover my whole brow area.
This was devistating, how was I ever going to go out in public again? Needless to say I had to get bangs cut to cover my brow area and since I have dark course hair that grows quickly, it did not take an etirnity to grow back.
Whenever we see someone now with overwaxed or drawn on eyebrows, we call then a NAD.
May 4th, 2008 at 7:19 pm
“Remembering the Epilady”
Jolted from the soothing claims of ease by the spinning spring.
All this for the insignificant gain of a week or less of not bowing to the Trak II razor.