My little hiatus from shaving has been awesome. I've learned some new things about myself, engaged in some substantial, thoughtful dialogue with many peers, and got to play around with some social norms.
But as I was lying there on the waxing table, legs akimbo, I got to thinking. Why does Brazil rate its own wax? Is it like a national anthem or a state bird? Do other countries and groups have their own waxes too?
Women have hair on their legs. We have hair on our armpits. And on our pubis. And in a thousand other places. We're hairy, the same as men. And that's real. A reality that women, pressured by one another, insist on hiding.
In the avant-garde literature of the 1960s, female pubic hair was everywhere. Pubic hair marked the site we all wanted to see, to touch, to enter. It marked pleasures yet to come. Not today: Pubic hair has gone missing.