The IRB came back with 31 questions and comments for me to change and fix. Needless to say at the end of the week I was very ferklempt and pacacta and all those Yiddish phrases I am horribly misspelling.
Muzi and I decided to go to the Beauty Parlor down the block and become beautiful.
This is what a week of field work and paper pushing can do to two young women. It's a sin.
Muzi got her arms adorned with Henna art.
We both got 1/2 an hour massages. They dipped wash clothes in ice cubes and laid it on our backs. Then they rubbed us softly like they were petting a dog. A cold, wet, dog. It was unpleasant. Below are our massage tables.
I got my eyebrows threaded. Which means: a woman takes thread between her teeth and hands and pulls the thread tightly together around your hairs pulling them out of your head. This is the smile of a woman inpainbuttryingnottoshowitbecauseMuziistakingapicture.
Then we turned into Bangladeshi Princesses.
Asalam Walaikum,
Chelsea
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