Yeah, I know that #notallmen are dum-dums about the way that female bodies and brains work, but I can produce evidence from the Internet and my inbox that enough are to merit some clarification. Seriously, some of the things humans with penises say about humans with vaginas are mystifying, especially when it appears that the Penis Humans don’t think that Vagina Humans are of the same species and therefore have an entirely different set of elements governing the way our bodies work.
I’m not saying this stuff to pick on guys. I’m just saying it to express my bafflement. If a vocal group of ladies were saying on a consistent basis, “Isn’t it so weird that guys have hair all over their bodies?” y’all would be pretty baffled by that sentiment too. Without further ado… Keep reading »
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It’s weird, how we gender inanimate objects, isn’t it? I always felt like masculinity got all the good stuff — ties and tie bars, motorcycle boots, cufflinks, cars, fountain pens, leather chairs, horses, weapons, tools, whiskey, loafers, barware. I mean sure, I enjoyed my dress-up costumes, makeup, kitchen tools, and art supplies, but it all just lacks a certain ruggedness.
I started to get really fed up with the whole concept of “this is for boys, that’s for girls,” though, when I got to thinking about my razor a few years ago. I’ve been conditioned to shave my legs and armpits every gall-derned day of my life. Most of the guys I know shave their faces once maybe every two or three days. And yet ladies do not exactly get the cream of the shaving-supply crop: We get frilly, oil-infused, pink, plastic razors with five poorly-made, cheap-quality blades that cost $3 per cartridge on average, and that’s pretty much the one and only option we’re presented. Razors are supposed to last for about 10 days, so we’re talking about Gillette wanting you to fork over $100 a year for the privilege of using their cheap plastic cartridges. Keep reading »
There’s more to being ready to be in a committed relationship than a combination of emotional preparedness and luck: it turns out that there are certain traits that can predict whether someone is going to cohabit or marry. Keep reading »
When I saw that today’s New York Times Style section has yet another article about the return of pubic hair, I sighed with annoyance. Must we? Again? Seriously, I do not really actually care what any of you do with your pubes. You do you, hairy or not. But there was one delightful tidbit that stuck out in the piece:
For the last six years, Alexis Steinman, 37, a costumer in Seattle, has been getting a wax of her own design, which she calls “the Alexis”: a full front and bare everywhere else. “I have been ridiculed by many waxers, but having no hair, you look like a stripper or a kid,” Ms. Steinman said. “Neither one of those things are what I’m aspiring as a woman to resemble.”
First of all, it takes a real special kind of asshole to “ridicule” a paying customer for how they want their damn pubic hair to look. Just be quiet and rip the hair out like I told you, okay? Anyway, I admire Steinmen’s decision to think outside the box when it comes to her box’s hair and was inspired to consider how a pubic hairstyle named after me might look. And I asked the rest of the The Frisky gals the same thing, using their answers to have a little stupid fun with Photoshop… Keep reading »
“The Armpit Song,” by Siwan Clark, perfectly captures the anxiety caused by trying to keep up with societal beauty pressures of eyebrow plucking, nail painting, feet scraping, boob padding and all that hassling about getting vajazzled. To further drive home the point, the video stars, not a woman, but a man performing all of these beauty treatments Clark sings about. As she so wisely points out in her lyrics, “even though this song is quite feminist, there’s still no need to mention armpits” because she’s “not brave enough to fix it” on her own. I would help her, but I need to go buy some hair dye and make a waxing appointment. When will it end!? [Jezebel]