There were under-30 guys swearing they'd lose their erections or want to vomit if they were fooling around with a woman and suddenly she revealed herself to have Hair Down There.
Curiously, that's the very thing that kept John Ruskin a virgin.
'Time Bomb'
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There were under-30 guys swearing they'd lose their erections or want to vomit if they were fooling around with a woman and suddenly she revealed herself to have Hair Down There.
Curiously, that's the very thing that kept John Ruskin a virgin.
Also, your husband is not supposed to be there in the labor room, in case he never wants to have sex with you again. (There was an article about this in the New York Times, I shit you not.)
It's true. This is why no human couple has ever had more than one child.
(Speaking of which, can I have some stay-asleep-ma for Baby D? He's making up for letting me go to brunch yesterday by being a little cling-monster and refusing to sleep for more than ten minutes at a time if I'm not holding him. I've finally gotten him to lay down in the Amby and sleep - fingers are crossed that he's finally decided to take a real nap!)
I don't, um, dye the hair on my legs.
::puts away mental image of Scrappy with tiger striped legs::
I just opened my birthday card from the FiL. Picture of a kitten on it. Yep.
Oh, fuck. If there's any chance at all my dad is lurking here, y'all will have to excuse me while I go kill myself. A lot.
I don't count hair as a body part either. Makes a haircut sound like amputation, which is a bit melodramatic.
it is totally possible to be wearing a thong and accidentally catch your trouser/dress material in your buttcrack
Whuhuh? Either I have no idea what you mean or I've been blessed with my thong wearing. Where exactly do you ride public transport (that l is important)?
I'd think it's pretty clear that thongs give less VPL and possibly none. The downside is comfort, and well, that's not my problem if I'm not the one wearing them.
But did the kitten have a HUMAN FACE?
There were under-30 guys swearing they'd lose their erections or want to vomit if they were fooling around with a woman and suddenly she revealed herself to have Hair Down There.
Again, I gotta say -- as long as those guys are totally shorn Down There, and are filled with self-loathing at the very idea of growing hair on their bait and tackle, then their reactions to hairy women are....well, if not *okay* by me, at least proportional, let's say.
Also, John Ruskin notwithstanding, I cry bullshit on the losing-an-erection thing. I don't know any straight guy who, when presented with a naked goolie for his enjoyment, would say "Oh, what's that? Hair? Well, then no, I guess I *won't* have that hot wild sex, after all."
I mean, *seriously.*
But did the kitten have a HUMAN FACE?
No, it did not. So he's one up on my sister.
There were under-30 guys swearing they'd lose their erections or want to vomit if they were fooling around with a woman and suddenly she revealed herself to have Hair Down There.
So by not shaving, women can avoid having sex with immature jackasses? Sounds like a win-win to me...
Well, it's a body part, but it grows. I mean, I cut (and dye) the hair on my head and on my legs, so it ain't that big a jump. Is that like removing an eye? I trim my nails for hygeine and convenience--is that like removing an eye?
You cut the hair on your head, but you don't consider it weird and disgusting that it grows back, right? You don't totally remove the nails at the nail bed, right? You manage those parts of your body, but you don't eradicate them while reciting Latin incantations in hopes that they will never return.
Because you are not crazy.
Whuhuh? Either I have no idea what you mean or I've been blessed with my thong wearing. Where exactly do you ride public transport (that l is important)?
The MBTA has lots of stairs between levels, so the person in front of you on the way up usually has his/her butt in your face. (There is always a queue for stairs. It is a thing.) So here you are, walking up the stairs, and the butt in front of you waggles freely (being bethonged), except for the bit of fabric in the middle that is being caught between the waggling buttcheeks at every step.
I am sure some bethonged people with lucky-hindparts genes, or a lack of body fat, must be able to avoid this problem completely, but anybody with the slightest hint of wafflefanny is going to waggle.