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Can we not talk about bikini waxing? Can we not dwell on the awkwardness of lying half-naked and butterflied in front of a relative stranger? Can we not discuss walking out of a salon with skin that looks like a plucked chicken and being reassured that the chicken look is "normal"? It's just so… And we can't… But we must.

Before you jet out of town to a balmy locale that necessitates bikini bottoms, you might want to think about tidying up the hair down there. And while waxing is an uncomfortable experience, selecting a waxing salon doesn't have to be. We've culled a list of the best SF waxers at a variety of price points, mapped from north to south. Consider it your pre-beach bon voyage gift.