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 »
Listen, it’s not new for companies that make hair removal products and tools to focus their messaging on how “gross” body hair is, in particular on a woman. I don’t think I’ve ever met a hair removal ad that made me feel great or even neutral about my body hair. But these new ads from Veet are lame on a whole other level, as they try to make the case that somehow body hair on a woman is not normal or natural and that if you have it, you are a … wait for it … MANNNNNNNN. There are a few versions of the ad (see more after the jump) all of which basically make clear — in a lighthearted, silly way, don’t take it so seriously, you fucking hairy feminist — that even the tiniest bit of body hair, hair that has emerged since you shaved yesterday, means you look like a gross, brutish man and you should be embarrassed for anyone to see you in such a state of un-groomed nastiness. (Which is why you need Veet, duh.) Well, I have a fuckload of stubble on my legs, I do not know what’s happening with my arm pit situation, my bush will do what it wants, and none of these things have anything to do with my femininity or perceived femininity, so please shove off, Veet. [via Jezebel] 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 »
In “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo” land, mother/daughter bonding consists of teaching your daughter how to shave your face before painting up the old barn. Because hey, Alana might as well practice getting rid of “turkey neck” hair, which will be sprouting on her face soon enough. In a clip from tonight’s episode, we see Pumpkin wield a razor and shaving cream to help Mama June get beautimous for her big commitment ceremony to Sugar Bear. And in case you were wondering, there will be no biscuit waxing for the big day. June shaves everywhere, baby. I swear, I’m going on the June Thompson beauty plan where you fart to stay thin, wash your hair in the sink and become more beautimous by being happy. Preach!
I’ve already seen the photos of the big event and they are spectacular — there’s a bouncy house and camouflage cake! — so I’m looking forward to the televised version. [People via DListed]
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. On her way to Coachella this weekend, Victoria’s Secret model Alessandra Ambrosio whipped out her electric razor and did little on-the-go grooming in her Escalade. Somehow, she managed to make shaving in public look classy. I’m going to remember this for the next time I’m running late and need to pull an Alessandra on the subway. [Moe Jackson] [Photos: INF Daily]
At my local salon, a good pussy shaving could cost around $60 bucks — but that’s not the type of pussy we’re talking about here. Get your mind out of the gutter. Little five-year-old Cleo is continually being assaulted by strangers who shave off her fur. Poor thing! And someone at Australia’s NT News is having fun with these headlines. Cleo can see you chuckling through the computer screen and she is not amused. [HyperVocal]
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]
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 »
Happppppy Friday, y’all! It’s time for another episode of What We Missed, the show in which your beloved Frisky staffers (we are beloved, right?) discuss the stories they didn’t get around to writing about this week. On the docket: Jessica’s cockblocking leg hair situation, a Florida Planned Parenthood’s controversial decision to offer Black Friday deals on exams and Plan B, and the phenomenon of cheese sex. Yes, cheeeeese sex. All of that and more hilarity above!
I have a confession to make: I’m 33-years-old and I still don’t know how to shave my legs. I mean, okay, I know how to shave my legs, but I don’t know how to shave my legs. Not in a way that doesn’t result in ingrown hairs, irritation, and ashy skin. I am really bad at it, and I have to do it all the time because I am eastern European and blessed (cursed) with thick, dark, coarse leg hair that grows with the speed and veracity of a toddler on HGH.
And that’s where you come in…
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