See those dark, hairy gams and the suspiciously smooth feet attached to them? If a recent wave of internet stories are to be believed, those furry legs are actually a pair of stockings marketed to young women in China as an “anti-pervert” device. Some news outlets are reporting that the hairy stockings aren’t just a fashion statement — they also “send electric shocks to an attacker and GPS locator coordinates to the woman’s family and friends.” That sounds a bit far-fetched to me, but hey, stranger things have happened. [Social News Daily]
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Was anyone else really competitive about hitting puberty? When the other girls in my 6th grade class started wearing bras, I begged my mom to buy me one even though I had nothin’ but beestings. And when I was one of the first to get my period, I felt like the Queen of some really cool club. And pubic hair? You’d better believe my best friend and I compared our down there hair growth when we were supposed to be doing homework. Ahh, how clearly we understood the significance — pubic hair was among the first signs that we were becoming women. But how little we knew about its potential to be high maintenance. In the years since I got my first little thatch, pubic hair grooming has become a major industry. You can let it grow wild, you can trim it, you can shave it, you can wax it, hell, you can slap a bedazzled bird on it. In fact, how you groom your pubes says a lot about you*, like… Keep reading »
The open joke in The Frisky offices is that while everyone else gets Brazilian waxes, I’m the proud queen of an au naturelle bush. I love my pubic hair — it makes me feel grownup and womanly and not like one of those gross hairless cats. I always trim a little bit, but that’s the extent of my below-panties grooming. The one and only time I got a wax, I wimped out at the pain and begged the waxer to give me a landing strip instead … and then couldn’t wait for my bush to grow back in. Join me, my sisters, and let your fur flag fly!
However, even if I downright refuse to go to Brazil, I have always shaved my legs and armpits meticulously. When your mother teased you throughout childhood with the nursery rhyme “Fuzzy Wuzzy Was A Bear,” you kinda have no choice on the matter.
At least, I thought so. Then I dumped my boyfriend two months ago and decided, Fuck it. Keep reading »
This ad from PETA is all kinds of disturbing and not just because it further promotes the idea that pubic hair is “unattractive” and a woman has to spend $$$ to trim and wax. No, PETA, this ad really looks like Joanna Krupa has the Lorax down there in her skivvies. Just ridiculous. [via Amanda Palmer]
Fairest shmairest! Let’s get real about beauty and body image. Mirror, Mirror is a column running every other Thursday on The Frisky. It is written by Brooklyn-based columnist, freelance writer, and bagel enthusiast, Kate Fridkis who also writes the blog Eat the Damn Cake. You can follow her on Twitter at @eatthedamncake.
One lazy, yet revolutionary summer, I let my leg hair grow, just to see what would happen. I’m not kidding, all of the guys I met liked it, even if they had to tell me secretly later, after making fun of me first. I was surprised by how silky it was.
I was 15. My mom made me shave when I started a job in the fall.
I am still not sure how much body hair should matter, but I lean towards “not at all” and the rest of the world seems to think “SO MUCH OH MY GOD PLEASE SHAVE YOURSELF BEFORE WE ALL BARF OUR BRAINS OUT.”
At this party the other night, I listened as the women talked about how they were all getting electrolysis and laser hair removal. There are some great deals on Groupon, apparently. Everyone was getting their pubic hair done first. Then probably all the rest.
I’ll be honest, my pubic hair rarely occurs to me. I mean, yeah, it’s there, I went through puberty and stuff. But mostly, like a backwoods, hopeless, potentially dirty barf-inducing dork-chump, I just assume it’s fine.
And mostly it’s fine. Except for this one time when I took off my clothes and the guy I was with said, “Wow. Um, the last girl I dated was Asian, so…” Keep reading »
Two things make Kathie Lee Gifford very upset: cannibalism and everyone dropping their bras and pants. I was not aware that bra-dropping is sweeping the nation, even during the heatwave, but I’ll grant KLG that Alec Baldwin dropping his drawers on “Letterman” last night was weird. Really weird. Yeah, it changed the subject from Smacking The Paparazzi-gate. But come on. It was hairy old man legs TMI.
Summer is just around the corner! Hair removal season has begun! In our “Getting Smooth Survival Guide,” we’ll be testing out various ways to defuzz your body parts, if defuzzing is something you choose to do. (No judgement if you’re happily rocking body hair. Do you, girl.)
Since I’ve literally got the sparsest eyebrows ever (they don’t grow, at all, I’ve tried), every four or five months I’ll decide that I need to go in for a threading session to clean up all the baby-fine, white-blond fuzz surrounding my brows. Because my body hair is very blond, it pretty much isn’t visible, so I mostly don’t bother to do anything about it. I consider myself lucky in that way—and what I don’t spend on waxes and constant facial hair upkeep I make up for with bi-monthly trips to my colorist — and the hefty bills that come with. Keep reading »
Summer is just around the corner! Hair removal season has begun! In our “Getting Smooth Survival Guide,” we’ll be testing out various ways to defuzz your body parts, if defuzzing is something you choose to do. (No judgement if you’re happily rocking body hair. Do you, girl.) First up, I allowed cameras to film me, gulp, waxing myself with Sally Hansen’s Hair Remover Wax Strip Kit. Watch the video above and read my review of the product after the jump! Bonus: a close up photo of my just removed pubic hair. Keep reading »
Dear Abnormally Long Chin Hair,
We’ve been intimately acquainted since I first noticed you my sophomore year of high school. I looked in the mirror one day before school and was horrified to find a thick whisker protruding from my chin. I might have cried.
Growing up, I’d watched my mom curse her Mediterranean genes as she plucked the dark hairs from around her mouth, and I’d seen similar whiskers dotted along the jawline of my 90-year-old great grandmother as she gnawed on Parmesan rinds in her favorite recliner by the fireplace. I thought you were an indicator of my destiny, so I plucked you and set the tweezers on the counter dejectedly. No use putting them away since I’d probably have a full beard tomorrow… Keep reading »