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Hair There and Everywhere
“OK, I have to go,” said Isabel, looking at her watch. She retied her army boots and scanned the crowded corner of Polk and Sutter for a bus, blinking in the late afternoon sun. “Why did I bother voting for Willie Brown? Muni has never been worse.”
“What’s the rush?” I asked. “I thought we were going to hang out and have a beer, catch some groovy rays.” Isabel had just seen “Austin Powers” and her newfound vernacular had started to grow on me. “Come on, baby. My treat.” I started to pull her down the street.
“No, no, really I can’t,” she said. “I have a waxing appointment at 5 o’clock. Sofia will kill me if I’m late. I’ll never be able to get in to see her again. She says I’m becoming too dependent on her anyway.”
The hairlessness norm: The removal of body hair in women
The ideal of beauty for women has never been a static one, but rather has changed across time and between cultures. However, as Mazur (1986) points out, the rise of the mass media in the late 20th century is likely to impose more uniform standards of beauty throughout the world than before. Most authors (e.g., Rodin, Silberstein, & Striegel-Moore, 1985; Fallon, 1990; Wolf, 1990) agree that current ideals of beauty emphasize the looks of “youth”: a slim body, high taut breasts, and smooth unwrinkled and hairless skin. Certainly anecdotally many women reportedly lie about or are unwilling to reveal their age (Rodeheaver & Stohs, 1991), and “it makes you look younger” is invariably taken as a compliment. Wolf (1990), among others, argues that this idealization of youth carries the political agenda of powerlessness, and arises at particular times when women become too powerful. The impossible prescription for a “young” beautiful body is a source of great dissatisfaction, and many studies document that women show much greater dissatisfaction with their bodies across the board than do men. Further, physical appearance tends to be much more important for a woman’s global view of her self-worth than is the case for a man (Rodin et al., 1985). Such dissatisfaction, in turn, leads many women to try to alter their bodies to match the ideal, and of course, supports the multi-million dollar diet, cosmetic and cosmetic surgery industries.
By Mei Yan Leung
July 28, 1999 | After 20 years in America, I still struggle with the question of whether I should shave my armpits when summer comes along.
Shaving was cruelly introduced to me when I arrived in an American college dormitory. As a modest female from humble Hong Kong, I was mystified by the sight of razors hanging out by a row of showers in the women’s bathroom. For a moment I thought I had entered the men’s bathroom. It may sound unbelievable, but for a foreigner who once thought cottage cheese was egg white marinated with mayonnaise, the thought was real.
I quickly learned that American women shave their legs and armpits and pluck their eyebrows. They may also wax their pubic areas and upper lip hair. I understand that some even shave their backs and stomachs. To attain the ultimate smooth look, women in America have committed themselves to constant maintenance and risk. I used to see some bloody messes caused by shaving. I remember my first college roommate telling me that after you start shaving, there is no going back. You just have to keep on going.
Body Hair, Hirsute Women, and my Mother — by Elaine Miller
I shave my legs. I trim my bikini line when I feel like it. And my armpit hair grows in a luxuriant way, unfettered and unclipped.
I’ve had it for 12 years, that armpit hair. I’ve enjoyed it every step of the way. Sometimes I dye it different colours. It’s soft and fluffy, wavy and friendly. It makes me look balanced when I gaze in the mirror, naked. My lover likes it too.
But I didn’t always have it blowing in the breeze that way. It first sprouted when I was 12 or 13, and I hailed it as a sign of oncoming womanhood, and shaved it off. That’s what women do, They shave it off. And keep shaving. And keep shaving.
The Symbolic Nature of Feminine Body Hair
I remember when I was just a little girl and saw my sister’s roommate’s armpits. Being the free spirit that she was they were hairy and I remember the chaos this caused in my family. It was SO taboo… Now as I grow older and learn more about myself I find her unabashed feminine beauty exhilarating, sexy and admirable…
- Cathy, USA (from Internet: http://www.yoni.com/loverf/armpits.shtml)
It is common practice for women in American society to pluck, shave, wax, or otherwise remove body hair from various parts of their bodies. This paper seeks to investigate why women go through these rituals, how they feel about them, and why they would stop removing body hair from their bodies when it violates the definition of gender that society has written for females. How much does the woman who does not participate in body hair removal practices change her gender-role identity? “Gender-role identity refers to how much a person approves of and participates in feelings and behaviors which are seen as ‘appropriate’ for his/her gender” (Kessler, 10).
Who decided women should shave their legs and underarms?
What’s Hair Got To Do With It
Convincing your wife or girlfriend to stop shaving can be difficult, but it can be done. Most women have been shaving religiously since that first pubic hair appeared as a teenager. My wife was certainly no exception. This story might help some of you to gently and successfully realize your dream without ending a loving relationship. Or, it might not work at all and you will just have to be content to accept your lover as the person she wants to be.
My thoughts were always on the natural look of women. I really didn’t know why and I tried to ignore my desire for a hirsute lover. I will never forget the day when I forced my 15 year old girlfriends pants down just enough to see her blond bush. She resisted furiously, but what I saw made my heart skip a beat. She had just a hint of a treasure trail starting to grow. That little run of hair was unusual. I had never seen that before. In those days my fathers Playboy magazines were easily accessible. But those girls were always the Barbie Doll types and it seemed as though something was missing.
The Treasure Trail
In the Colorado San Juan mountains my home town lies nestled among towering snow capped mountains and lush green valleys below. It is a gorgeous place and where a story exists of a fabulous five million dollar gold treasure buried by a French expedition two hundred years ago that supposedly has never been found. People are still searching. It was here in this sleepy and obscure little town that I found my own treasure that I had long searched for but had not been lucky enough to have come upon such a prize! Nay but not gold. Not nestled between towering mountains and massive pine trees but instead nestled between a set of gorgeous thighs and in a thick lush forest of the most exquisite growth of pussy hair I followed the dense treasure trail down to where I found the long sought treasure.
I met Cindy many years after I had glimpsed my first very hairy girl when I was but a little snot as I had peeked through a peep hole carved out in the boys room at the local swimming pool. I wrote about this story in HTS issue number thirteen. I hope my readers remember this episode because it left me with an indelible memory that I carried with me for many years.
Now that I have been privileged to see the incredible treasures given to us through Pam’s efforts and HTS magazine and videos, I have come to the realization that my fascination with hairy females and especially the pretty ones is truly a feast for my eyes and my soul. All you ladies out there with this endowment take notice that you are special and admired by more men than you can imagine and that would care to admit the fascination.
The Pain Of Growing Up Hairy
I’m often asked when I first became aware of my body hair. It is something I have vivid memories of. I was sitting in English class in 7th grade of Keith Junior High School. I was wearing my standard attire, a pair of Wrangler® jeans and a slipover top. Now you have to remember I was a fat kid, so being made fun of was something that happened continuously. I tried to block it out but you can’t always do that. Anyway, I remember hearing giggling behind me and heard my name. The comments I heard were something like “she looks like a monkey” and “she ain’t human”.
I realized they were talking about me. I realized that when I sat down, my jeans rode down low and my top rode up a bit, exposing my lower back. I remember going home and looking in the mirror.
The Allure Of The Armpit
It is summer now and all of the glamour magazines at the newsstand are featuring cover photos of scantily clad women in seductive poses. Often one of those poses features a woman with a beautiful face raising her arm above her head to reveal a bare, clean shaven armpit. These cover photos are design to present to the public an image of woman hood which is to be admired, worshiped and aspired to.
This, however was not the way it always was. Up until the 1920’s women, glamorous or otherwise, would not dream of shaving on a regular basis. The advertising executives on Madison Avenue presented to the major manufactures of shaving products an idea that would fully double the razor using market. Women were humiliated through advertising campaigns to shear off the very symbols of their woman-hood, and in some way preserving the beauty which is supposedly only for the young. These moguls of Madison Avenue convinced the American public that in order to truly be beautiful, a woman must remove the “unsightly” hair from her legs and armpits.