Tag Archives: Popular Culture

What I really think about armpit hair.

Ahhh, the long-debated and never resolved, to shave or not to shave?

As the occupant of a rather liberal city, who occupies rather liberal circles, I can safely say I have encountered my fair share of armpit hair, in both men and women. And while I was never especially a fan of it on men, I (oddly) happen to think women who are liberated enough to grow out their pit hair and raise their arms high above their heads while wearing a tank top are sexy as hell.

And yet, I don’t care for it on men–I would almost go so far as to say that it sort of grosses me out. And this double standard makes me feel like a hypocrite, or some sort of sexist, backwards feminist, or some sort of represser of males. Of course, I would never expect them to shave their armpits constantly for my sake, nor do I find it enough of a turn off to actually have an influence on anything… So why do women feel so compelled to shave? Does anyone really care that much about some hair in an armpit or two?

Let me say (as not only a liberated woman, but a lazy one) it has been a long while since I have taken a razor to my underarms, and I am damn proud of that. My two little patches of hair resemble those of a pubescent boys’, but I think they are fun, and for as long as I keep them, I think they are a bold and confident statement of feminism! Har har. Up to this point, however, I have felt obligated to remove any sign of hair from my underarms, as though it were never there at all. In fact, at this time last year I had equally under-groomed underarms, and began to feel uncomfortable at work while reaching up for items on display higher up. As soon as I started to reach for them I would break into a cold sweat, worried that I would lose my sale or make customer run away, screaming at the sight of my overgrown underarms.

And for what reason? Why does hairlessness = beauty?

Well I’ve had enough! Popular culture and opinion can put that in it’s pipe and smoke it!

But you’re probably right, I’m just trying to justify my own laziness and cut down on my overall shower time. Now there’s an idea–conserve water, quit shaving!


Filed under Belly-aching., Thoughts.

What I really think about relationships.

Ahhh another lazy, jobless day. I rolled out of bed just after one in the afternoon (this is acceptable if you went to be at 5 AM, right? RIGHT?) toasted myself a piece of bread, brewed a cup of tea (Earl Grey with vanilla and milk–YUM), and sat down with my best friend/one of my five roommates to watch Sex and the City, a lovely, easy TV on DVD catch-all.

And I have to say, as I’m sitting down here to write about relationships, an ongoing narrative is happening in my head–I can hear my own voice saying these words as I type them–and I feel like Carrie fucking Bradshaw herself. I’m not sure it’s all that it’s cracked up to be, but if I could live in her cute little apartment in New York with her great job, and channel all my funds not into Manolo Blahnik or Jimmy Choo, but into red wine and herb, this would be close to my dream life! Aside from her string of failed relationships and the fact that I really enjoy my drafty old Portland home, that is.

But! that is not what I intended to blog about. As I sit watching Sex and the City (alongside the rest of the collection seemingly endless TV on DVD that I have been consuming lately) I realize that this show is almost exclusively about relationships. And, come to think about it, relationships seem to be the central theme of almost every (popular) television show and movie. The characters are obsessed! It is all they think and talk about–what is wrong in their relationship or how they can get into one or who they’re pursuing or how they long to find someone. The happiness of their entire existence hinges on this one aspect of their life.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not  at all single, and I’m happy about that, but for all of the right reasons. NOT because I don’t want to be alone, but because I was self-aware and in tune enough to know it was right, and to be right on my own before jumping into anything. And while I am lucky enough to be in a happy and loving relationship with a beautiful girl, I like to think that my life does not center itself around it. And before I knew my love, I didn’t spend all of my time thinking about girls and how to get one and how lonely I was and blah blah blah. I was happy by myself, and therefore knew that I could be in a relationship, and be able to be happy with someone else–truly appreciate them and love them, because I want to.

Anyway, this trend is really pretty saddening, to me. To think that our culture is promoting codependency. Ugh. I wish everyone could logically come to the same conclusion as me–that relationships are not a necessity of life, and that you CAN be happy without them, easily. You can be happy in yourself, in your head, your hobbies, your passion, your other important and lasting relationships and realize that romance is not something that life is obligated to give to you, but a privilege, a reward if you will.

I highly recommend, in fact, I encourage you to explore YOURSELF! Think about your wants, and your needs, be a little selfish, and invest some time in something just for yourself, that has nothing to do with finding a mate. Just because popular opinion has told you to find a mate (quickly before you get old and ugly and no one wants you!) and reproduce (get on it, before your body can’t anymore!) does not mean that this will make you happy. Just keep that in mind, the next time you sacrifice a part of yourself for “love” or obsess over a crush or get down on yourself for being unattractive and clingy and dull and decide to just go eat worms.

But, that’s just my opinion, sorry if I sound like your mother.


Filed under Belly-aching., Critiques., Thoughts.