One of the reasons cyclists shave is to make managing road rash easier, though I think the efficacy is more anecdotal than scientific. I tried shaving when I got into cycling in high school and managed to plane a 1 inch long strip of skin off my shin. I think there’s probably still a scar under the hair, that I don’t shave, even though I still ride.
I’ve tried shaving, for my own selfish reasons, but I was asked not to do that anymore.
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I’m in the same camp - any expectation that infantilizes women and eroticizes that infantilizing, even if it’s several degrees of remove away from that semiotic source and ultimately not a super problematic personal aesthetic preference, makes my skin crawl. But I’m even squicked out by the super common practice of calling a partner “baby,” and wouldn’t ever use my (rather minority, non-normative) personal preferences to judge a partner (or any woman, of course) for doing whatever she wants with her hair and body.
It would be interesting to read a study (I bet there’s one somewhere) analyzing the increased and more normalized access to pornography in the internet age and the subsequent normalization of the aesthetics of pornography in the sexual expectations of people, especially men. Culture has been infantilizing women for centuries, so that’s pretty constant, which makes me think the increased ubiquity of porn might be the main impetus behind the trend, since that’s a more recent change.
That’s true to an extent, but I think it gets easier (or the skin gets less sensitive/delicate) when it gets used to regular shaving. I mean, I can only speak to my own experience, but shaving my face became much less traumatic the older I got and the more my skin grew used to the experience.
I realize there are sensitive organs on the face, but is it comparable to shaving below the belt? In case you haven’t done it before, it gets really prickly when growing back in.
Oh, I know.
Sorry, forgot you made that post up thread.
You two comparing pubic grooming to bread and pizza has me seriously squicking at the thought of finding crumbs in places I’d rather not think about finding crumbs… XD
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Amber waves. I’m looking for amber waves. Little Brylcreem wouldn’t hurt either.
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But even the worst pizza won’t leave you traumatized.
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Absolutely it will. Have you never eaten Little Seizures pizza-pizza? There ought to be an injunction against advertizing it during daylight hours. For fucksake kids are watching.
I’ll eat it. But it’s definitely an act of masochism that I instantly regret. Yet I keep eating it. I never learn.
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Eating a slice of that right now, leftover from lunch. Cost $5.45, and tastes like it’s worth almost $7.
I am not difficult to please.
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From the neck up, I’ve used a straight razor for years. Neck down, I’ve gotten pretty efficient standing in the shower with a twin-blade disposable.
Pizza, I like either anchovies or pepperoni; either way, I like a clean dinner plate.
I would assume they were a swimmer
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It’s at times like these, I turn to the words of Robert Burns:
Nae Hair On’t
Yestereen I wed a lady fair,
And ye wad believe me,
On her c–t there grows nae hair,
That’s the thing that grieves me.
It vexed me sair, it plagued me sair,
It put me in a passion
To think that I had wed a wife
Whose c–t was out o’ fashion.
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I am firmly in the No camp… No! I do not want my pubes polled!
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Can you recommend a good exercise for your tongue muscles?
Tying cherry stems into knots using only your mouth?
Learning how to properly pronounce some french words like bouche, touche, and mouche?
I recall a Playboy article from decades ago about this. Notable examples: “For ladies, take a shower, turn the hot and cold faucets the hard way. Gentlemen, roll a dime up a hill - using only your tongue.”
My favourite exercise: find partners you really like, know well, and that you enjoy making blissed-out.
Unrelated to this post, i was trying to find video of one of the first pornos i saw as a lad. A friend had a box of vhs tapes that were dubs of late night cinimax, etc… The movie was “La Dolce Pelle Di Angela” Italian and from the 70s, so as you can guess, was quite a bushy affair. It is, of course, an even worse film than i remember, but is still pretty damn sexy. Actually, maybe moreso for the hairiness. At this point, it actually feels a little forbidden and exotic.
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