Hi there, folks! Yep, it’s me, I’m totally back again. I just felt the sudden urge to start writing again, so I figured: why not pick up blogging?! So, here I am, annoying you yet another time with words that really need to leave my mouth (or fingers, in this case).
Let’s celebrate the beginning of this blog period with the following question:
To shave or not to shave?
That is the question.
Summer is almost knocking at our door. Time for us women (or men, if you are a real man) to take our floaty dresses and skirts (or shorts, if you are a truly emancipated woman) out of the closet. But with summer come knocking shaving blades, depilatory creams and hair removal machines. Knock, knock, motherfuckers, time to get all those body parts as smooth as a baby’s buttocks.
I’m sorry? You don’t shave down there?! What are you? A caveman (or -woman, let’s not be sexist)?! A lazy, unhygienic creature with utterly no respect for its own body and fellow humans?! Shame on you! And on me… Because here I am sitting, writing this blog post, with hairy legs. I didn’t feel the need in a week to shave my legs. O-m-g! I knooowww! Horrifying, right?
Truth be told, a better question would be: To care or not to care?
Don’t like your hairy self? Shave sister, and praise the Lord for those silky, heavenly light-weighted legs. But don’t enslave yourself to fit into an image dictated by society. The media are overflowing with messages like Get rid of those nasty little hairs that ruin your look!, but wait, here comes the good news: You… aren’t…forced…to follow…the hairless herd! If you decide to let those bodily hairs grow (from time to time of course, we aren’t animals after all), wear your hairs with pride. I heard a rumour that whispers almost all men and women are the proud possessors of body hair, like, all over their bodies… I know, quite disturbing, right?!