I hate my pubic hair. I hate my lack of pubic hair. I don’t know what to do with my pubic hair. As of yesterday, I was letting it grow. Today I shaved it off like a porn star. (I suppose they wax though. Owwie. So not happening here. I have my eyebrows waxed and that’s painful enough. I can’t imagine someone ripping all the hair out “down there”. That would also mean exposing someone else to my vag, which I can’t imagine doing either.)
Tag Archive: shaving
Forgetting to shave is one of those things that are way up there on the embarrassment scale for me. It seems like it must happen to everyone but I never notice anyone else having a nervous breakdown because of it. Thankfully it doesn’t happen all that often. I think that’s due to the fact that I have a very strict shower routine-get wet, shampoo, while the shampoo sits (I think it’s more effective if I leave it in longer?) I shave my pits and wash my face, rinse everything, conditioner and I wash the rest of me while the conditioner sits, then rinse again. So I don’t usually forget to shave all that often. Once a year usually.
But that one time is enough to mortify me. I feel like crawling in a whole and dying every time it happens. Or going home sick from work. Before anyone notices.
I devised a new method for shaving my legs today in a (rare) effort to please my husband. I hope I can stick to it. It will probably be forgotten by tomorrow.
I’ve said before that I don’t like shaving my legs. It’s time consuming and I derive no benefit, only (blood) loss. Monetary loss as well, the fuckers are expensive. Like $10 for 4 razors?
I considered it, however I didn’t end up doing it until today. Why do today what I can put off until tomorrow? I have tendencies towards laziness and I procrastinate wherever possible.
I went outside, smoked a cigarette and weighed the positives and negatives. What I found out is that there are not a lot of positives about shaving. There was only one that I could come up with was because my husband likes me to. He likes my legs to be soft and stubble free. Personally, stubble doesn’t bother me one bit.
I feel like I could basically just incorporate my entire blog into this one title and just name them, part one, part two, etc. But I will whittle this one title down and save it for all the things that, as a child, I thought I wanted to happen. The things I could barely stand to wait for. The things that would Make Me a Woman.
I chose the title because, as inaccurate as it now is (I so wish I could go back to being a child, living with my parents, not a care in the world), we actually had a week long “class” when I was in fifth grade that was entitled “Growing Up and Liking It.” We received an orange folder with this title on the front and it was filled with printouts-words and pictures. But this class started me down a path of wishing that things would happen that I now wish I could give back. Also, and maybe I was just the dumb one in the class, but I felt that some things were not explained to me properly. I also received some misinformation.
