“…she stopped paying close attention to his words and when at red lights, examined the rain drops spattering on the windshield so intently that she almost stared right through them. Each drop seemed stuck on the glass, until another drop landed on it and they rolled down the window together, ending in a climactic splash.”
Sara: College class of 2012 (English major, Gender and Sexuality Studies minor), looking for work/applying to grad school, writer, clarinetist.
I post and reblog: things I think are pretty, things that intrigue me, things I'm a fan of, and things I care about.
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Wallpaper adapted from here.
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?