I don’t like to complain, but this time I have no other choice. Last month I went through a beauty disaster that I can’t be silent about.
I went to a salon for an eyebrow wax… and my skin broke out for a month after that. It started from a single line of small pimples following my eyebrow line and then spread all over my face. The funny thing about this embarrassing situation is that the salon had a sign in its wax room saying, “No double-dipping or money back!” I remember thinking, “What an awkward sign for such an expensive salon.” Now I know that I need to hit the pause button when even a little thing seems to be awkward before a procedure. At the end of the day, who cares what the beauty professional thinks about you if you can avoid month-long pimples?
My problem is that I’m too polite. I am polite in a weird Russian way. For me, an immigrant from the former USSR, it’s completely normal to ask whom you are dating and why you don’t have any kids, but it is completely rude to request a professional certification from a person delivering services.
There are indeed some obvious differences in how Russians and Americans behave in certain situations. Ben and I are constantly finding new ones and make fun of each other, saying that I am too Russian and he is too American. For instance, I’m 100% sure that if Ben happened to be in the eyebrow situation that I described above, he would have definitely made sure that he knew everything about the sanitation situation in the salon that he was going to and about the person who he was working with. However, if one of his friends gets sick he will never ask what exactly happened to this person. For him, it is not polite to be intrusive. In opposition, I think that it is not polite not to know about what your friend is dealing with. Culture differences… Go figure!
Returning to the topic of my zit explosion, I am glad to announce that I finally found the cure. For the first two weeks after my epic eyebrow waxing, I wore a heavy foundation and tons of concealer to try to to camouflage the damage (it did more harm than it helped). Then, I switched to Bio-Oil that I applied at night. It helped a lot, but it didn’t clear my skin completely. Finally, my friend Nina and I went shopping at the East Hampton’s Ricky’s where I purchased Murad Acne Starter Kit and voilà — one week later I’m back to normal skin.
You probably wonder what did I do to that careless beautician that ruined my skin for almost a month. Well, it is definitely very Russian of me — I did nothing. No complains, no bad reviews, no phone calls. I can’t afford anger to ruin my happiness. I will just never go back to that salon ever again. And yes, I am even more convinced now that permanent beauty solutions are not my thing at all.
Q: What was your biggest beauty disaster and how did you handle it?