Well folks.
I am pleased to say that I have officially made it through No-Shave November, 30 days of natural itchiness.
I’d like to say I’ll shave tomorrow.. but.. I find myself starting to espouse the feminist ideals on shaving. In that shaving subjectifies women in the grossest of ways. And at the same time. I’m kinda itchy and when I put on lotion, it sometimes doesn’t get through to the skin.. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
When I was 13 years old I couldn’t wait to shave my legs. I thought it made me a woman and was some sort of initiation into a secret sisterhood. After my first shave I went around telling everyone.
But then an older woman mentioned that if I started shaving, I would never be able to stop because the hair would grow in thicker and denser. Tomboy that I still was, I cringed at yet another daily grooming ritual I was expected to perform as a girl simply to be considered attractive. I never shaved my legs again.
I believe it’s because I never got into the habit that naturally I don’t have much hair on my legs at all. I only shave under my arms if I’m wearing something without sleeves and have noticed I also have less hair under my arms than most woman who stopped after daily shaves.
I didn’t know about this no-shave November thing but encourage it. Now if we could just start a campaign against the abomination known as the “landing strip”.
well said, my friend.