Taking off the fur...

There are days when I indeed feel as though I'm removing my fur. It seems incredibly unfair that I not only am getting older, but furrier. What's up with that? Shouldn't I be getting balder?

Then to add insult to injury, what's growing in is gray! If I don't shave for a couple days, I have a gray beard. Somehow, it never occurred to me that when Shakespeare mentions graybeards, he was talking about women... It was never my ambition to grow up to be like my father.

Personally, I think the entire depilatory industry is responsible for the cultural idea that women have to shave--especially their legs. Who cares if they shave their legs? If you're wearing pants, who will know if you don't? Really. Shouldn't that individual know you really, really well? And if he's of the male persuasion, who is he to complain about hairy legs or underarms?

For that matter, after suffering the sandpapering from the house hunk's beard, why would he complain about receiving similar ministrations from me? I think that hair removal is sexist. In romances you rarely read about a man removing intimate hair. It's always a woman that does so to please her man. Now why is that?

Why can't we ask them to shave their legs and underarms and other body parts? Aren't we worth it? There should be equality in hair removal. A sort of "I'll take it off if you take it off" approach. I bet we would all be a hairier bunch if it was dependent on them taking it all off.

anny