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…
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