I’ll be the first to admit my body has changed over the years, particularly in the abdominal region, and particularly since having kids. Today I reached a new low when my substitute bikini wax lady made me pull up on my stomach to… what? Give her more unfettered access to the bikini zone? As if lying on a table half naked with my legs akimbo weren’t sufficiently mortifying. She also passive-aggressively chided me for not waxing frequently enough. Yeah, because that’s an experience I like paying for as often as possible. Next time, I’ll stick with Tanya.