After you've been shaving your pubic area for a while, you may want to try using a thin layer of Vaseline petroleum jelly instead of shaving cream or gel. Vaseline petroleum jelly can also be used on your underarm area. As long as you keep the layer thin so that it doesn't clog your razor, you will find that using this little trick will give you the closest shave imaginable.
If you are prone to red bumps and itching, applying store bought cortisone cream will greatly relieve irritation.
If you are shaving your pubic area for the first time, I strongly advise that you do so in stages. The skin in this area is much too sensitive and until it becomes accustomed to the razor, it is better to go slowly at first... a little at a time.
Don't over shave the first month you start shaving. It takes a good four to six weeks for your skin to become truly accustomed to the razor.
Remember that the pubic area tends to become more sensitive during "that time of month", so plan your shaving schedule accordingly.
It should come as no surprise that Britney Spears emerges unscathed (though not artistically ennobled) from her debut movie, "Crossroads."
In this bland female road movie, which follows three friends on a cross-country trip from Georgia to Los Angeles, Ms. Spears's character, Lucy, is nothing less than Little Miss Perfect. Along the way she finds true puppy love with Ben (Anson Mount), the handsome stubbly faced musician who chauffeurs the girls in his 1973 Buick convertible.
Ben also sets a fragment of what Lucy calls her "poetry" to music. That piece becomes the movie's climactic ballad, "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman" (and not written by Ms. Spears), a wistful anthem of generational angst whose lyrics coyly circle around the drama of the singer's self-proclaimed chastity.
Lucy is such a perky all-around know-it-all that when the car breaks down somewhere in Louisiana, she peeks under the hood, immediately discerns what's wrong and calculates down to the last cent how much it will cost to fix. Later on, when the girls, strapped for cash, enter a karaoke competition, Lucy, who has never sung lead except in her own bedroom while gyrating along with Madonna records, fearlessly steps into the breach and delivers a knock-'em-dead "I Love Rock 'n' Roll" that rakes in the necessary cash.
Ms. Spears's style of acting is exactly what you would expect from this highly disciplined performer groomed from early childhood to be an ingratiating human entertainment machine. She skillfully goes through the motions of playing a character closely based on her public personality without revealing much of an inner life. Her open face with its crinkly smile and big brown eyes spaced several miles apart holds the camera reasonably well. Though far from a compelling screen presence, Ms. Spears is unaffectedly likable, and in the one scene that requires her to cry, the tears seem to flow naturally.
Still, it's a little eerie how machinelike Ms. Spears often appears. Although she is obviously a human being, her looks, singing, dancing and acting all suggest a computerized composite of some people's ideal of the post-teenage all-American girl. For all her worship of Madonna, the 20-year-old star exhibits none of Madonna's rebellious spirit, intellectual curiosity or spiky humor. For all her legendary drive, she also seems remarkably undriven. Unlike Madonna or almost any pop diva you could mention, Ms. Spears has no discernible demons hovering in her aura.
Watching Ms. Spears sing, dance and act can leave you wondering what is meant nowadays by the concept of talent. Ms. Spears has a reasonably good generic voice in the childlike mode of today's street-savvy pop cookies, fluid body language and endless stamina. But everything she does seems diluted and secondhand and is never transformed into something original or indelibly self-expressive.
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I shaved my yam-bag this morning. It was...liberating. Tomorrow...my taint.
After you've been shaving your pubic area for a while, you may want to try using a thin layer of Vaseline petroleum jelly instead of shaving cream or gel. Vaseline petroleum jelly can also be used on your underarm area. As long as you keep the layer thin so that it doesn't clog your razor, you will find that using this little trick will give you the closest shave imaginable. If you are prone to red bumps and itching, applying store bought cortisone cream will greatly relieve irritation. If you are shaving your pubic area for the first time, I strongly advise that you do so in stages. The skin in this area is much too sensitive and until it becomes accustomed to the razor, it is better to go slowly at first... a little at a time. Don't over shave the first month you start shaving. It takes a good four to six weeks for your skin to become truly accustomed to the razor. Remember that the pubic area tends to become more sensitive during "that time of month", so plan your shaving schedule accordingly.
It should come as no surprise that Britney Spears emerges unscathed (though not artistically ennobled) from her debut movie, "Crossroads." In this bland female road movie, which follows three friends on a cross-country trip from Georgia to Los Angeles, Ms. Spears's character, Lucy, is nothing less than Little Miss Perfect. Along the way she finds true puppy love with Ben (Anson Mount), the handsome stubbly faced musician who chauffeurs the girls in his 1973 Buick convertible. Ben also sets a fragment of what Lucy calls her "poetry" to music. That piece becomes the movie's climactic ballad, "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman" (and not written by Ms. Spears), a wistful anthem of generational angst whose lyrics coyly circle around the drama of the singer's self-proclaimed chastity. Lucy is such a perky all-around know-it-all that when the car breaks down somewhere in Louisiana, she peeks under the hood, immediately discerns what's wrong and calculates down to the last cent how much it will cost to fix. Later on, when the girls, strapped for cash, enter a karaoke competition, Lucy, who has never sung lead except in her own bedroom while gyrating along with Madonna records, fearlessly steps into the breach and delivers a knock-'em-dead "I Love Rock 'n' Roll" that rakes in the necessary cash. Ms. Spears's style of acting is exactly what you would expect from this highly disciplined performer groomed from early childhood to be an ingratiating human entertainment machine. She skillfully goes through the motions of playing a character closely based on her public personality without revealing much of an inner life. Her open face with its crinkly smile and big brown eyes spaced several miles apart holds the camera reasonably well. Though far from a compelling screen presence, Ms. Spears is unaffectedly likable, and in the one scene that requires her to cry, the tears seem to flow naturally. Still, it's a little eerie how machinelike Ms. Spears often appears. Although she is obviously a human being, her looks, singing, dancing and acting all suggest a computerized composite of some people's ideal of the post-teenage all-American girl. For all her worship of Madonna, the 20-year-old star exhibits none of Madonna's rebellious spirit, intellectual curiosity or spiky humor. For all her legendary drive, she also seems remarkably undriven. Unlike Madonna or almost any pop diva you could mention, Ms. Spears has no discernible demons hovering in her aura. Watching Ms. Spears sing, dance and act can leave you wondering what is meant nowadays by the concept of talent. Ms. Spears has a reasonably good generic voice in the childlike mode of today's street-savvy pop cookies, fluid body language and endless stamina. But everything she does seems diluted and secondhand and is never transformed into something original or indelibly self-expressive.