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, pubic, and — gasp — armpit hair. I let myself run wild and free the way nature intended (deal with it!).
- Why should I? I don’t like razor burn or the spiky feeling of leg hairs emerging from dry skin.
- Sharp objects always seem to cut me no matter how hard I try to prevent them. If I shaved I would be burning through) first aid supplies and buying replacements in bulk from places like seton.co.uk. You’d think I was running a clinic!
- In many ways, I look like the “typical” 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! And shaving is hella boring!
- The first guy I dated told me I had to shave or else he wouldn’t go down on me. I hate him. How would he feel if a girl told him to wax all his parts to a smoothness only achieved by a Ken doll? My bushy nature is my way of laughing in his face.
- Besides, my current boyfriend doesn’t mind. Why should he? He isn’t exactly bare either. First guy should take notes.
- 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.