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Remember that saying about "A Woman's Perogative..."?


Well, let's just say I'm using my perogative and staying in the game. Blog game, that is.

So to you (hi Theddy!) who are all relieved by my reappearance, a hearty thanks. And to the rest of the world as we know it, you never even knew I was gone, so continue doing whatever it is you do.

That said, why did I return? Many, many reasons that won't be divulged here just yet. Or maybe never. Suffice it to say, a decision was made (by me, natch) that an outlet that would be fun, no-holds-barred (maybe some holds barred) and perhaps even controversial (oooo) is the best way for me to deal with....stuff in the Spa (and other) world.

So, this will be a nifty little outlet to merely point out things and perhaps provoke some creative discourse among you. Discourse away!

Here's one reason I re-booted this blog: SPA LOUNGES & PRIVACY:

So what is up with spas that still have UNISEX "relaxation" rooms? Don't those spa managers "get it"?

That women DO NOT enjoy "relaxing" in supposedly tranquil settings (cue the Enya music) with healthy snacks, lemony water and teas and GUYS BARELY keeping their robes together?!?!?!?!

There's nothing worse (ok, maybe some things are worse) than washing off all traces of makeup for your facial, getting all snuggly, nakedly warm in your over-sized robe, being led down a quite hallway to a "room" (or alcove) and discovering some snoring, legs akimbo GUY is IN YOUR SPOT!!!!

YUCK!

I recently had the "pleasure" of attending a lovely spa (which shall remain nameless because I'm not slamming the hand that feeds me) that not only had a teeny weeny lounge space (four chaise-size) but just when I was getting my second refill of nuts and berries, here struts in a barrel-chester.

You know the type. Big beer-gutted, crazy, long grey disheveled hair who sheepishly wandered into the "alcove" and recognized a colleague. Probably from a convention on site. She seemed slightly embarrassed to catch him in his robed manliness, unkempt and spilling out of his chaise. Female colleague self-consciously closed her robe tighter.

"I didn't realize this was a unisex lounge!" I heard someone say. Probably me.

Yup, sure was. Gratefully, the guy had a decent sense of unease and when his friend asked him if he wanted a drink he replied. "I do, but I'm afraid to get up."

To which I replied, "And for that, we are all grateful."

The actual facial was a relief, just to get away from this uncomfortable scene. From now on, I suggest asking BEFOREHAND if there are separate lounges at the spa of your choice.

That's now on my Top Ten What-to-Ask-About-Your-Planned-Spa-Visit list.

Other than that, the play was fine, Mrs. Lincoln.

BTW, feel free anytime to comment on this blog. If I can figure out how to write a new post every fortnight, you can work the keyboard. And an angel will get her wings everytime you write.

Next time!