When I made an appointment for a brazilian, they gave me to Peggy. Now, I hadn't had a wax in awhile, and I knew I was in for torture, so I prepared myself by having a couple of glasses of red wine pre-appointment.
I sat in the waiting area, casually flipping through a magazine like I wasn't totally nervous about the bush whack to come, when Peggy came in. She was whippet thin with blonde hair, tight jeans, and platform black boots. She looked scary, but was very cheerful.
Then we got into her lair. She ordered me around, yelled at me if I positioned myself wrong, barked things at me like "This isn't yoga class! Don't do that with your leg!"
I can say that this was, bar none, the worst brazilian I have ever had. Not only was she mean, she made me feel very uncomfortable, and it hurt more than it should (which, trust me, is a LOT).
Don't go to Peggy unless you're a total masochist.