I get the feeling women aren’t supposed to have any anymore. OK, maybe a little. But it has to be tasteful. I get the feeling it’s not considered tasteful if there’s very much. Or even just much.
Everyone is getting waxed. That’s just what you do. Or you get electrolysis. Which is the most practical choice. Or at the very, very least, you make sure you remember to shave.
No one ever got around to sharing the rules with me, and I’m a little slow, or maybe I’m oblivious, but I’m not even sure what people mean when they talking about shaving it. Just the sides, for when you are wearing a swim suit? Or are we always talking about more?
Once I saw a woman’s pubic hair in a swimming pool. She was getting out, and for a second, her legs were open, and I saw it. It was reddish. I was pretty impressed with her for having so much of it without trying to destroy it.
I think the pubic hair on the sides is harder to see than people think. I mean, if you’re wearing a swim suit. You really have to open your legs. Or, sure, there might be some hairs, but you have to be standing pretty close, really looking at someone’s crotch. And if you’re naked, then who cares?
A lot of people. A lot of them.
Did I ever tell you guys the story about a boyfriend I had who said, “Whoa— OK…My last girlfriend was Asian…”? I feel like I’ve already told that one. I didn’t know what to make of it.
I said, “So?”
He said, “You’re Jewish.”
He meant, “You’re hairy.”
I was pretty surprised. Because I expected every guy I dated or hooked up with to react to me like this: “WOW! I am so lucky!!”
I think I missed a memo. My all-natural mom told me too many times that I was beautiful without changing things. I believed her too often. Something went terribly wrong.
And also, I think this music video is kind of great:
Unroast: Today I love the way one of my nails has a notch in it. I keep running the pad of my thumb over it absentmindedly, and it feels really cool.
P.S. I was in NJ for a work meeting yesterday, and after I went to dinner with my dad and my brother and my brother’s girlfriend, and everyone in the restaurant was staring at me a lot. I mean, I was wearing huge heels and a fantastic silky dress with a Japanese print knockoff pattern and a bright yellow belt. But really, it was my hair. Which I’m officially obsessed with. They were mostly white and middle-aged, and it’s a pretty conservative area, and I cracked up. And then I really appreciated New York City, even more than usual. Which is saying something.
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