It’s a good hurt!
I’ve been a waxing devotee for a long time. Then, one day, I knocked over a jar of the stuff. That ended our friendship, and the rest of my plans for that day.
I’m debating whether $150 is too much to spend on what appears to be the most powerful epilator known to man (though probably unknown to actual men with penises and such), and I’m coming up with a big fat no.
I picked up this Panasonic thingerdoo a few weeks ago, and after getting over the novelty of a machine doing my work for me without a sticky little jar of wax to spill all over the floor, I found myself underwhelmed by its performance. It doesn’t pick up as much as it should, and the instructions warn against making multiple passes to get those missed hairs (which is what you’re going to do if the thing misses half of them, and if you own an epilator, you obviously don’t want those hairs around).
Worst of all, the instructions also warn against using it on the very body parts I was most stoked about! I think the instructions were lying though, because I totally went there, and as far as I know I’m still alive.
Also, I thought cordless would be a great idea, but now that I have this little pink-and-white joke of an epilator that works for about 30 minutes per 12-hour charge, I’m not convinced. Cord me, baby.
I think I’m going to go for the shiny red Emjoi and make this a two-epilator household (you can’t really sell these things second-hand, I’m guessing).
