Amanda Palmer, on Twitter, after seeing this advert and getting very sad:
i don’t have a tumblr account (i’m sorting that), but if i did i’d put that photo up there. do it for me. it’ll make me feel better.
And, well, I have a Tumblr…
You can follow the conversation about the photograph, advertising, age, freedom, independence, body hair etc. via a lot of retweets at https://twitter.com/amandapalmer
And you can talk about it here.
Can we please leave the body hair of children alone?
I wish ALL THE TIME that I had never started shaving. But I reached a certain age and thought that it was a step of growing up. In fifth grade (I’m pretty sure it was) all of the other girls were talking about it and I felt like I would stick out if I didn’t, even though there basically wasn’t anything there. And now I’m too sensitive to use a razor and end up waxing because after years of this stupid cultural psychology getting into my head, I can’t stand to just leave my damn body hair be. But the fact of the matter is if I’d never started, if I’d never felt like I had to in order to survive the hell that is early adolescence, I would have been much better off.
This past weekend and through until Wednesday morning, we didn’t have power and so it became very inconvenient to maintain shaved legs. I guess I could have shaved them in the hotel the one day/night we stayed there, but I was all tuckered out and just not. in. the. mood. When we were at home, we didn’t have any hot water, and in my experience, drawing a razor across goose-bumps leads to painful and kind of unappealing razor-burn.
Anyway, the point is, to maintain optimal smoothness, I have to shave every other day or so. Because of the big storm and power outages, I didn’t shave my legs from either Thursday or Friday until Wednesday night.
And you know what? I just didn’t give a fuck, I walked around all over the place in skirts and dresses, and no one cared and I didn’t care and it was glorious.
But instead of continuing with that, given the opportunity for the smoothness I’ve become so accustomed to, I went for it.
If only I hadn’t developed that habit or if I could get myself to back away from shaving for real.
Because if I could get myself used to it, then why would I ever deal with it again? If it wouldn’t be to please myself, why the hell should cater my leg hair to please anyone else?