Perfect Body Day Spa

If there was a zero-​star rating, I’d assign it to Perfect Body Day Spa. If there were negative ratings, I’d add them all up. DO NOT GO HERE.
Like a fool, I was convinced that its proximity to Westwood/​Bel-​Air and a 9.8 rating on Citysearch would warrant a decent experience and, at the very least, a random adventure.
There are no words to describe what happened to us there. It was the most horrible experience in my entire life. Not only was the staff fake and difficult to deal with (impatient, rude, generally unpleasant until you pull out your credit card), but the facial treatment HURT. Did I mention there were electrodes involved? (If you saw this review duplicated on Citysearch, I posted that one as well.) Not only did the esthetician poke at my face with a NEEDLE (there was no mention of sterilization) to dig out the blackheads, she broke through the skin several times! It’s one thing to be thorough; it’s another when you’re leaving scars.
If that wasn’t enough, they use ELECTRODES to «stimulate» the skin. These are bare metal poles that literally shock your pores into opening up. Even the music was straight out of a horror movie! My friend and I went here because facials were only $ 20…I could’ve stayed home and stuck my face in an electric socket for FREE.
do not go, do not go, do not go!

Let me spin a tale of the humble beginnings of one of the greatest, if not one of the only, traditions to be created at UCLA:
About five years ago, sometime midway through finals week, one man looking for a way to release some of the pent up stress from hours of studying took a stroll through the streets of Westwood, strumming a cheery tune on his guitar. In his underwear. This lone — not to mention cold — soul was joined the Wednesday of finals week each quarter from then on by more and more slightly insane, more than slightly debaucherous, and WAY more than slightly inebriated undergrads in what is now known as the Undie Run.
So what exactly was the point of that story? (If NOT to attract even more skeezy pervs to leer at half naked girls. and take pictures. Seriously, there are wierdos who do this, all I can say is they best stay the hell away from me. There is mace in my bra.) But back to the review.
Last year before Undie Run my roommates and I went to this salon to get brazillian waxes and mystic tans. Yes we did this together, cute right? Or, very odd. Anyway, all I can say is I have never before or again seen wax of the disgusting Pepto Bismol pink color that was used on me. And while I’m all for the yoga-​like contortions that are required to get a good wax, I have no clue how somewhere in this process, the already kind of creepy woman working on me had the audacity to ask if I was pregnant. PREGNANT. Excuse me? This is NOT something you want to say to someone stripping down to their underwear in front of hundreds of people later that night. Not to mention that wax took way too long and was way too painful.
Also, I don’t even know how you eff up mystic tans, since all salons use the same machines, but mine was hardly noticeable at the highest setting. And I am white, dude. White and pregnant.
* 4÷7÷07 EDIT: this place is now closed! GOOD RIDDANCE mofuckas