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Unhappy hair and euphemisms for sex parts
Romance related query: I noticed today that a recent Harlequin Presents uses the words "erection" and "clitoris" in a love scene. Never noticed it before; when I thought about it, I don't think I've ever read an HP that "graphic". Usually they stick to vaguer terms and euphemisms for sex parts and sex acts. I went back to an older book by the same author. Very similar story, characters, etc., but vague euphemisms, nothing so specific. Is this a change in HP? Inquiring minds want to know.
Got my hair cut and highlighted this evening, which is normally an experience I enjoy. Tonight not so much. I left feeling irritated. The cut is fine; color is fine. So what irritated me? The shampoo. The shampoo is the part I like best. It just feels decadent to me, to be seated with my feet up, reclining, having a scalp massage. Usually it completely unwinds me. But the shampoo girl tonight felt like she was tearing my hair out at the roots. When not making me prematurely bald, she was gouging my scalp with too long fingernails and spraying water into my ears. My scalp hurts and I can't get the last drop of water out of my right ear.
I would've gotten over that EXCEPT she used this new conditioner on me that smells like sandalwood, my least favorite cologne. Normally I leave feeling bouncy and thrilled, hoping I don't end up with Pyscho Hair (term for bedhead coined by a grad school roommate of The Biochemist) so I can wear it to work without attempting to style it myself (it never looks as good). Tonight? All I wanted to do was get home fast so I could to wash out that conditioner and make the sandalwood smell go away.
Got my hair cut and highlighted this evening, which is normally an experience I enjoy. Tonight not so much. I left feeling irritated. The cut is fine; color is fine. So what irritated me? The shampoo. The shampoo is the part I like best. It just feels decadent to me, to be seated with my feet up, reclining, having a scalp massage. Usually it completely unwinds me. But the shampoo girl tonight felt like she was tearing my hair out at the roots. When not making me prematurely bald, she was gouging my scalp with too long fingernails and spraying water into my ears. My scalp hurts and I can't get the last drop of water out of my right ear.
I would've gotten over that EXCEPT she used this new conditioner on me that smells like sandalwood, my least favorite cologne. Normally I leave feeling bouncy and thrilled, hoping I don't end up with Pyscho Hair (term for bedhead coined by a grad school roommate of The Biochemist) so I can wear it to work without attempting to style it myself (it never looks as good). Tonight? All I wanted to do was get home fast so I could to wash out that conditioner and make the sandalwood smell go away.