Seven days after I stopped shaving my legs, my boyfriend packed a suitcase and skipped town.
Either he can’t stand to be near someone so obviously mammalian, or he has an opera gig in New Mexico. One never knows.
I’ve wondered if conditioning women to dislike their own body hair influences their feelings regarding men’s body hair as well. What do you think? I’ve often wanted to prune gentlemen, but that may easily be my freakish neatness shining through. It’s not the usual furry areas that trouble me, it’s stray hairs or random, inexplicable hair patches. I expect humans to be tidy and symmetrical, and they/we seldom are.
LAISSEZ FAIRE UPDATE:
About three seconds after I (bravely, selflessly) abandoned my tweezers, a coarse, dark hair appeared well under my left eyebrow. A dreaded random hair! NOOOOOOOOOOO! That was only the beginning. I fear for my eyebrows. By mid-month, I’ll be wearing glasses constantly and avoiding eye contact.
From the eyes down, however, things are pretty unremarkable; my legs still look bare, though they feel stubbly. My armpits show promise. A “happy trail” is forging its way up my belly. If there were anything to see, I’d post pictures.
Honestly, I expected more drama than this. Now that I see how slooowly most body hair grows, I can’t believe I shaved so often. What fools these mammals be!
How do you feel about your body hair?