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Thursday, March 28, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
SpaEvidence Therapies
SpaEvidence Therapies
I got home from a facial and a manicure, (scheduled right after a tooth cleaning) and felt clean, relaxed and light. Which means that the feeling had survived the 40 minute subway ride home (a book, a seat, and a Jamba juice helped). I was thinking about other spa treatments, namely ones that I could actually get my husband interested in. I know he's not about to let someone else touch him if he can help it, so I perused the Nap line of spas. Well, the executive nap chain closed, and Yelo has switched to a no-menu format that left me unable to browse and dream. Which of course, lead to googling lympatic drainage, dry brushing, butthurt spa responses on weak yelp reviews, and all the other fun things that aimlessly browsing the internet gets you.
The name of this blog was inspired by a weekend at an Ashram. I was inundated with flyers and magazine ads for services that insulted my intelligence, and I wondered why there isn't a world for people who love yoga, meditating, and massages. but gets pissed off by ear candling, the word "detox", slimming treatments, and oxygen facials? Just because I like the way my skin clears after a facial, my muscle pain fades from a good rub down and my mind clears at an Ashram doesn't mean I'm some flighty new age dupe ready to believe every gimmick that comes along claiming to stem from some ancient practice. And yet I can't browse or visit one without having the other insulting me at every turn. Grrr.
Anyway, this is one of the first websites that purports to give a dose of healthy skepticism to spa treatments. Which is nice, because usually skeptics don't even bother admitting there is any benefit in this world at all.
I got home from a facial and a manicure, (scheduled right after a tooth cleaning) and felt clean, relaxed and light. Which means that the feeling had survived the 40 minute subway ride home (a book, a seat, and a Jamba juice helped). I was thinking about other spa treatments, namely ones that I could actually get my husband interested in. I know he's not about to let someone else touch him if he can help it, so I perused the Nap line of spas. Well, the executive nap chain closed, and Yelo has switched to a no-menu format that left me unable to browse and dream. Which of course, lead to googling lympatic drainage, dry brushing, butthurt spa responses on weak yelp reviews, and all the other fun things that aimlessly browsing the internet gets you.
The name of this blog was inspired by a weekend at an Ashram. I was inundated with flyers and magazine ads for services that insulted my intelligence, and I wondered why there isn't a world for people who love yoga, meditating, and massages. but gets pissed off by ear candling, the word "detox", slimming treatments, and oxygen facials? Just because I like the way my skin clears after a facial, my muscle pain fades from a good rub down and my mind clears at an Ashram doesn't mean I'm some flighty new age dupe ready to believe every gimmick that comes along claiming to stem from some ancient practice. And yet I can't browse or visit one without having the other insulting me at every turn. Grrr.
Anyway, this is one of the first websites that purports to give a dose of healthy skepticism to spa treatments. Which is nice, because usually skeptics don't even bother admitting there is any benefit in this world at all.
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