Norsk (bokmål)â¬: Bikini lines ved brasiliansk voksing Deutsch: Bikini lines, Brazilian waxing (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I’ve found myself doing more than just swimming at the local pool recently. I’ve begun furtively checking out women’s pubic areas in the public showers.
This activity is not linked to any latent lesbian tendencies. It’s strictly all in the name of research. Obviously.
To be honest, it’s been a while since I did any exercise saw other women’s naked bodies; most of the women I know don’t celebrate the aesthetics of their bodies after the effects of babies, like they used to when they were in their twenties and thirties.
But when Nerd Child makes a statement assuring me that most of her generation of girls have Brazilians down below, I felt it was necessary to check out the trend for styling down there myself. I like to think of myself as always being one step ahead of fashion.
Call me a fuddy-duddy, but for a woman of my generation (ie. ancient), the decision to have a Brazilian begs the question why?
It’s almost like there is a pressure on young women in their twenties and thirties to conform to ‘the Sphinx’, and I’m wondering where that social pressure emanates from. Call me old-fashioned but when I think of waxing, (especially down below), I can only think of itchiness, sore redness, ingrown hairs and OUCH!
So is Generation Y epilating their pubic region to appeal to the fantasies of their sexual partners, or is it a form of self-expression, for cultural reasons, emancipation or some delusion about it being more hygienic.
I have it on good authority from a prominent scientist, (Nerd Child), that vaginal hair is there for a reason – for reasons of pheronomes during sexual intercourse, or for protection of the ‘bits’ (rather like nasal hair), to prevent infection.
I’m a great believer in the philosophy of being happy with whatever God gave us and if pubic hair wasn’t meant to be there, why the fuck is it? And don’t give me the old ‘appendix’ argument.
I have been reassured by my shower investigations, although in all honesty my research only truly extends to the 30-50 age range (who can swim from 9am in the morning), and therefore is limited in its findings.
It appears that women in that age group are quite comfortable sporting a layer of fine lawn, that obviously gets strimmed once overgrown. Some have more, some have a little less, but I have yet to spot a ‘terrace’ in the communal showers of my pool.
When Nerd Child and I were discussing my research at the dinner table the other day, the old man (who normally glazes over when my blog is mentioned), suddenly perked up at the mention of women together and naked in a shower, and we had to give him a quick lesson on epilation of the female nether regions.
His comment of ‘so Mum must have a landing strip with terminals 1, 2 and 3?’ demonstrated his complete lack of maturity when we try to talk to treat him like a grown up.