The Lipstick Page Forums Beauty Blog: I was in a rather pissy mood... I was in a rather pissy mood... Posted by Dain, Wednesday, July 13, 2005 12:35 AM (Eastern) But who wouldn't be irritated at the notion that she had to shave my underarms... again. God... I HATE doing it, it's painful and useless, when it only grows makes a rough, stubborn stubble in two days. And yet, I'll continue to do it (or wax, which I prefer, since once every four weeks is far more tolerable than twice a week), because it is unthinkable to have hairy underarms. It doesn't matter how intellectually enlightened and socially above-it-all I get, no amount of wisdom is sufficient to remove the inveterate belief that it's gross. This is obviously not a natural gut reaction, but a social obligation that has been forced upon me, without obtaining any permission on my part. I'm a grumpy girl. But tell me honestly, don't you just feel the same? Shaving is a just bitch. Not all the bronzed legs of Venus girls frisking in the surf (in slightly asymmetrical formation, no less) can change the sheer unpleasantness of the task—you are grooming a naked-enough animal into a hairless freak. But... I am an optimist. As far as I'm concerned, beauty and grooming are about celebrating your divine if not immortal soul, and not being a slave to negative self-conceptions. Boo to frustrations over shaving. I won't change my habits, as I've noted, but there's no need to turn curmudgeon over it. It's just... hair. No cosmetic in the world can cover you, however hard they try—for good or for ill. And I say, it's a good thing it cannot. Underarm hair is the least part of who you are. Joe Walsh's great 1970s song, "Life's Been Good to Me So Far" I have a mansion, forget the price Ain't never been there they tell me it's nice I live in hotels, tear out the walls I have accountants pay for it all They say I'm crazy, but I have a good time (Everybody say oh, yeah...Oh, yeah) I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime Life's been good to me so far My Maserati does one-eighty-five I lost my license, now I don't drive I have a limo, ride in the back I lock the doors in case I'm attacked I make hit records, my fans they can't wait They write me letters, tell me I'm great So I got me an office, gold records on the wall Just leave a message, maybe I'll call Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through (Everybody say I'm cool...He's cool) I can't complain but sometimes I still do Life's been good to me so far I go to parties, sometimes until four It's hard to leave when you can't find the door It's tough to handle this fortune and fame Everybody's so different, I haven't changed They say I'm lazy but I have a good time (Everybody say oh, yeah...Oh, yeah) I keep on going guess I'll never know why Life's been good to me so far For more information on the history of underarm hair, check out this page. 0 Comment(s)    Email this post Rants, raves, and musings on all things cosmetic. Profile | Current Blog Site Feed (Atom) Previous Articles ·· The Emperor of Scent, by Chandler Burr ·· Vernis à ongles... ·· Figures and role models, and the nature of cosmetics as an art form... ·· A thanks... ·· After a hiatus... ·· Makeup for photographs ·· The Look-alike Concept ·· A great new site... ·· Caron Parfum Sacré ·· More ramblings... Archives TheBroadroom.Net's Beauty Blog (archive) April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 Links Colleen's Adult Acne Blog Fashiontribes Daily