The cold has crept in over the past chilly few weeks here in London, and as the temperature gauge has gone down so has my inclination to do anything of the hair removal kind.
I repeat. A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G.
Needing an extra layer in this weather is essential, so I’m gonna get it where I can.
But, this has left me old sex drive about as active as an out of work car salesman.
I’m about as horny as a door knob.
AKA nada going on down there.
And I’m gonna take a wild guess that it’s partly to do with the curtain of hair I’m currently cultivating in my knickers.
Now, this is a pain in the f*cking arse.
I’m a feminist but (as the lovely Deborah Frances-White would say) I DO NOT feel sexy when I’m coated in fur.
It’s a dilemma.
To shave or not to shave?
That IS the question.
To lie in the luxuriant hairy depths of laziness and feel like a true warrior against the patriarchy- footloose and razor-free.
Or wax off the hair, feel like a porn star and want a mad shag…. but feel like I’ve given in and subscribed to a very particular form of beauty that I kind of take issue with.
It’s so infuriating to feel stuck between my feminist beliefs and my sexual expectations.
Although they’re not mutually exclusive, and OBVIOUSLY feminism is always about choice, I can’t help but think that going with a bald badger is selling out to how men want us to look.
It’s a total catch-22.
Do I feel sexy when clean shaven because *I* (me/myself/I) feel like I look bloody good (and then I want to bonk)?
OR, do I only *feel* sexy because I’m conditioned to think that being hair-free is what sexy looks like?
It’s so confusing.
Did people have this problem in the 70s, when the hair bear bunch look was en vogue?