Wax on, wax off.
As a society we have developed this weird social norm in which we grow our pubic hair as a way to abstain from sex. The idea that being hairless and smooth is beautiful, sexy and everything we should aspire to be and being hairy and prickly is inherently masculine and therefore unattractive is just kind of weird.
Imagine, you’re going on date number two with the person who could very well be the potential co-parent to your future children. You restrained from sex on the first date despite your pants attempting to unbutton themselves as they outlined their career aspirations, their super sexy surfing hobby and the deep connection that they have with their family. Cue ovaries screaming.
We all know that you’re a 'lady' and obvs would never 'give in' on the first date *cue awkward laugh*. But second date is sketchy territory...why buy the milk when you’ve got the cow for free? (Thanks Dad)
So what do you do?
You start growing… the leg hair, the underarms and most importantly the bikini area; because there’s nothing better than a chastity belt of pubes, right?
The perfectly manicured bikini area has become the norm, so much so that women are fearing the reaction of their partner should they see them in their natural form. This reflection of society’s views toward pubic hair is constantly reinforced in the images we see in advertisements and in the way models and celebrities are portrayed to us. Marketing companies decided in the 1920’s that armpit hair was unsightly and Veet did it again in 2014 with their ad ‘Don’t risk Dude-ness’ which is not only offensive towards women, but also towards homosexual males.
Even our favourite SATC character taught us, ‘’…you’re a woman and men don’t like women to be human. We aren’t supposed to fart, douche, use tampons or have hair in places we shouldn’t.”
A wax means financially you’re a little worse off, your follicles are slightly bruised and emotionally you’re still a little scarred from the beauticians “lovely vagina” comment. Shaving gives you a rash and lasts about a day before its time to do it all again. Growing it leaves you itchy and a little concerned that an unexpected bikini situation may arise. So why do we do it? Is it society that has constructed this expectation or is it purely a grooming preference that isn’t even worth discussing? And the big question, do guys really care?
I quote Caitlin Moran a lot, firstly because she’s fucking brilliant but also because she says what she’s thinking, and often what the rest of us are thinking as well. In an interview discussing waxing she said: “It’s just the fact that that seems normal now, and I feel that anything that’s normal that involves pain and costs a lot of money that boys aren’t doing is something that I would really urgently want to have some kind of massive fucking inquest into.”
Moran continues by saying the idea that women would not have sex purely because they might turn the guy off is complete nonsense. Very simply she states, “…men just don’t care”, and references the American pie movie saying, “the eternal truth that men would fuck a pie.”
Now, while Caitlin Moran is an amazing, inspiring woman, it's probably not a great idea to lump the entire male species into the category of aforementioned "pie-fuckers". Most men probably have higher standards than a warm, baked good and perhaps people are enduring these painful and costly methods purely for their own sense of cleanliness, confidence and comfort?
“I feel that anything that’s normal that involves pain and costs a lot of money that boys aren’t doing is something that I would really urgently want to have some kind of massive fucking inquest into" - Caitlin Moran
A person’s choice of grooming routine, be you male or female, should be above all about personal preference and your own sense of cleanliness, confidence and comfort. So if a guy ever dumps you because you’re bordering on ‘’dudeness’’, or a gal ever suggests your manscaping practices are akin to Bear Grylls post Man-vs-wild, as long as you’re happy, clean and confident then rest assured there will be a partner around the corner who will embrace the bush.
Anna Wall is a self-confessed hedonist and self-appointed travel expert. She drinks coffee until its appropriate to move on to wine and believes that there is nothing more satisfying in life than good wine and a good book. She's scared of balloons, the dark and of growing up.