So I was a little suprised but not offended to find that he does prefer smooth legs and armpits. Amongst his many other good qualities, the man keeps his laws off my body. Nor has he ever tampered with the hair on my head - “That’s your business,” he’ll tell me when I inquire if he likes me better with shorter or longer hair, bangs or none. He truly doesn’t, despite my best efforts to get him to declare a preference. But people woud be like ‘So your girlfriend has hairy legs.’ I’d have to be like, ‘Yep, that’s her.'” I wouldn’t break up with you or anything. “What if it was forever? You’d have a problem with that?” “No, just for an article…” Then, in the grand tradition of trouble-bound women everywhere, I decided to inquire further. After a few weeks of this, I said to my boyfriend: “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve stopped shaving–” Speaking of which, I decided that if I wasn’t going to shave my pubic hair, there was no real reason to shave my armpits or legs either. How do those of you with a bush keep your hands out of there? It’s not like it even feels good, like the comparatively silken hair that sprouts from my legs. I found I couldn’t stop playing with it - twirling it around my fingers while I worked (at home) or talked on the phone. That’s months of having to navigate a forest of steel wool pads and fishing tackle to get to my clitoris. That said, I fucking hated this experiment.Īnd of course, it took FOREVER to grow. The idea that women need to shave whilst men do not is a social construct designed to keep women too busy running a plastic razor over every inch of our bodies to have time for world-changing political action. Let me be perfectly clear: There is nothing inherently “gross” or “unclean” about body hair. Turns out pubic hair for me is like nails on a chalkboard or the sight of blood to other people - I just cannot stand it. Repeat this cycle several more times, before I finally managed to keep a little grass on the field without completely panicking. And then, about a week later, I freaked out and shaved it all off. So in the interest of moving up and onward, I decided to give body hair the old college try. My preference for a hairless snatch is real, but I know from whence it came, and it’s got a lot more to do with a desire to fit into some sexy porno fantasy than it does any real benefits of depilation.
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Blame porn, blame the sexualization of teenage girls, blame the expectation that women will be as smooth and hairless as Barbies from face to plasticized crotch, but I was not down with a hairy vag, ever.Īnd sort of like how I’ve long since forgotten that exact shade that grows naturally out of my head, after a decade and a half of shaving, I didn’t really remember what it was like to have a wild and untamed thatch of pubic hair. The last time I had pubic hair in any measurable quantity was about the time I first started sprouting it.