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 »
I didn’t physically prepare for my first orgy. My husband and I talked about boundaries and asked the friends who invited us about party etiquette. But I didn’t put much thought into what I looked like because I wasn’t planning to do a whole lot. I wanted to meet people, maybe kiss and fondle a few, and generally take in the experience as an observer in order to judge whether a second orgy was in my future. So I planned for comfort rather than beauty. I wore attractive but conservative clothing. My bra was snazzy, but my underwear was generic. And I didn’t even consider trimming my pubic hair.
I’ve never shaved my pubic hair. When I was a teenager, I read “The Vagina Monologues,” which features the harrowing account of a woman whose ex-husband shaved her bush without her enthusiastic consent. I decided right then that I never wanted to shave down there. The occasional hygienic trim, sure, but I’d never shave or wax or remove it in full. Pubic hair serves a purpose, and I like having it. (Plus, don’t let my kinkiness fool you – I hate pain. I don’t even tweeze my eyebrows because it hurts. So the thought of a bikini wax makes my toes curl, and not in an orgasmic way.) Keep reading »
I’m taking a cue from Jodie Foster’s Golden Globes speech and outing myself: I’m a bikini waxer. I’ve been waxing regularly since 2001. But that doesn’t mean I’ve gotten used to it. I’m not going to pretend like it’s no biggie. After more than a decade, I still think it hurts like a motherfucker. I take Advil before I go and use numbing spray, but it’s still incredibly painful. And for the record, I will never stop praying for full bush to come back in style. The ’70s were the best! But there is some really, really good news about crotch waxing that makes all the pain worth it.
According to some new research, all of our effort (men and women both!) to remain hairless down there has put crabs on the endangered species list. That’s right! Pubic lice is on the verge of extinction. Keep reading »
Leave it to Vice to attempt to make the merkin a high fashion accessory. Because, it’s not about what’s going on over your pants, it’s about what’s going on under them. Lounging around the house, flipping through a magazine is fun, especially when your vagina is growing a rainbow. Click through to see more from Vice’s “Merkin’ Around” fashion spread complete with where to buy the accessories that make a pubic wig pop. [Vice]
You might have felt excluded by Movember (or not). Well, that’s over now. Goodbye Movember, hello Decembeaver, a month when women can stop shaving their muffs for cancer. Some comedians got together and started their own campaign to go all “Bob Ross” down there. And while it appears to be a Movember spoof (“If you have a beaver, you have a voice. Let your beaver say loud and clear, no more cancer!”), Decembeaver’s website has a American Cancer Society donation link, so I’m taking this very seriously and canceling my waxing appointment. Who’s with me?
But, to answer your most pressing question about Decembeaver: Yes, that is Irene McGee from “The Real World: Seattle.” She seems to have recovered nicely from that case of lyme disease. [Decembeaver]
Pubic hair has been growing between our legs since … well, since we’ve existed. Currently en vogue for women, and the subject of much debate, is the hairless, or as-little-hair-down-there-as-possible, look. Whether you choose to go hairless or not, the bald below trend existed way before “Sex and the City.”
The ancient Egyptians considered pubic hair uncivilized and removed it with razors made of flint or bronze or by a practice still used today called sugaring. So, we should probably rename “the Brazilian” “the Egyptian.”
Click through to see some of the most significant moments in the history of pubic hair. Or lack thereof. [History Undressed]