Our contributor Abby Spector, who is majoring in Feminine/Gender/Sexuality Studies at Wesleyan University, confesses her love for body hair:
I am not going to judge silky-smooth-shaved ladies. But here are ten reasons I do NOT own a razor And yes, this means legs, vag, and — gasp — armpit hair.
- Why should I? I don’t like razor burn or the spiky feeling of leg hairs emerging from dry skin.
- In many ways, I look like the “typical” American girl. I am an average size, have blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile when I’m nervous. There are few ways I can subtly show my rebellious side. I have discovered that a flash of armpit hair does the trick.
- I’ll pass on disrupting the natural course of my body, thank you very much.
- My sister and mom, two of the most beautiful people I know, do not shave. Actually, I didn’t know it was a custom until I got to middle school and my friend insisted that we (she) shave my peach fuzz legs.
- I’m LAZY!
- The first guy I slept with told me I had to shave or else he wouldn’t go down on me. I hate him. My bushy bush is my way of laughing in his face.
- My current boyfriend doesn’t mind. Why should he? He isn’t exactly bare down there, either.
- Sharp objects always seem to cut me. Thus, placing one near my vag could lead to a very unfortunate injury. I want to keep my clit intact.
- I am bisexual. The armpit hair works like a calling card to the lesbian community.
- Everyone loves Northern Europeans. Historically, this hot community doesn’t shave. I want to be as Swedish as possible.