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[–]msteacherlady 6 insightful - 1 fun6 insightful - 0 fun7 insightful - 1 fun -  (2 children)

How stupid is this; I started shaving when I was 13. Why? Well, I started getting major BO, my mother suggested shaving my pits, and somehow I got it in my head to do my legs too. I remember being extremely neurotic about it in high school such that one time I felt like I was dying all day because I noticed a patch I missed on my damn ankles. At almost 40 years old, this has been the first time I have gone without shaving for more than a day on purpose (didn't shave on a seven-day hike a few years ago and I felt sooooo disgusting.)

Like, I've got three months worth of growth going on here, and it's the best of possible situations. I have light colored hair. It's fine. My husband has actually been nagging me to grow it out for years. I live in an area where lots of other women don't shave or wear bras. Yet, I feel terrible. I hate how the wind blows through it. I don't like what it looks like. If I had expressed this on reddit the handmaidens would have jumped in to rescue me from the second wave but I'm sticking it out not because what other people think but because not shaving has saved me so much time and razor burn. It's such a stupid practice and I regret that it ever became such a normal part of my routine that I feel weird not doing it.

I will add that I never ever shaved my pubic hair. Hats off to Cathy from high school who did, and then burned herself with aftershave, which kept the rest of us girls from ever trying. But a big "fuck you" to American Pie for making it seem like such a hot thing back when we were still kids.

[–]Irascible-harpy 3 insightful - 1 fun3 insightful - 0 fun4 insightful - 1 fun -  (1 child)

The things our mothers said... Can you imagine telling your insecure preteen daughter that she needs to shave to deal with body odor?

[–]msteacherlady 1 insightful - 1 fun1 insightful - 0 fun2 insightful - 1 fun -  (0 children)

My poor mother, a product of the environment in which she was born. She was so frustrated for most of her life. Now she doesn't give. a. shit. I'd hate to bring it up with her because she probably can't believe she gave me that advice either!