Dear reader,
thank you for sticking around.
I’m a difficult person attracted to dark places. I did not anticipate so much body hair discussion. It’s good to have some sort of expectations about body hair. In my mind, body hair has places it belongs and places it doesn’t.
Armpit hair belongs in your armpits, not in the duck confit salad (nomatterhowmuchyouhatethatregular)
Pubic hair belongs where it belongs and not left behind on a hotel room vanity - or even worse, hotel pillow.
Though I remember living with room mates for the first time, I’m curious if the body hair silent rage wars still take place. Do young adults still feel gag-tastic when they see thick dark strands of hair all over shower walls? It’s so bad eh? When it gets all clingy on the soap and the shampoo and if you go to get a razor, you end up dragging some odd person you decided to live with for eight months’ hair all over your body.
Klingon hair is always up for a ride.
Then there’s the ducky fluffy thinner than corn silk hair like mine. We are stealthily terrible room mates. Our hair slowly collects in drains. Over time our gossamer strands become woven with such water stopping intricate they cause beavers to gape.
When I’ve had roommates, I’ve found that I am grossed out by anyone’s body hair but my own when I discover it in a shared shower. This is especially true when I’d notice what certainly had to be a butt hair embedded in the soap.
Such an odd thing… One can leave clear and present arse hairs in a cake of soap in a shared shower and that’s fine. But, should you confront someone about said behaviour and they’ll try to turn you into the arsehole.
I for on believe that though socially unaccepted, it is perfectly fine to ask a room mate what the hell they were doing with the soap? Was your arse the last thing you washed? How long did you spend with the cake of soap down there?
Is there anything else you need to tell me because if you EVER touch my toothbrush…
Finally, I’d want to ask them why they didn’t clean up after themselves?
Oh, I’d know the answer well before I’d ask it, but I’d want to ask them anyway. And if they were honest, they’d chide me:
Oh Jimmy, don’tcha know, no one wants to clean up after themselves. We all make messes that we simply do not want to clean up.
Someone should tell the youth this before they hit the world. Most of their time will be spent cleaning up some mess that someone else created but did not want to deal with.
Henry Ford made a lot of cars. His assembly lines made these neat little tools ubiquitous. Now we have a whole mess of people working at the DMV cleaning up just the administrative shit storm that started with Henry’s darling little Model ‘t’.
Essentially even a clerk at the DMV is cleaning up a mess that began a long time ago.
The only tool you need if you want to be successful?
A broom.
There’s a mess out there somewhere waiting for you right now.