I’ve felt for a while now that if just a few things had gone differently for me, I might’ve grown up to be a sociopath.
Don’t believe me? Read my fiction someday [whenever I actually finish and publish some], or even take a glance at a few of my published poems.
This feeling, this suspicion… It’s why so many of my main characters embody sociopathic traits alongside a downtrodden, but at least somewhat decent, heart. In that way, they’re really alternate versions of myself. I use them to take on experiences I’ve never had, and to see how my life might’ve played out had I completely lost touch with my conscience.
Let’s talk about body hair. More specifically, let’s discuss body hair removal… mainly, as it applies to women.
I’m actually seriously starving after my morning fight training, and usually I dash to my fridge for food the moment my post-gym shower has concluded.
But today was different because a thought struck me as I shaved my legs in the shower just now, a thought that made me run straight to my laptop to write this blog entry.
Why is it even a societal norm for women to be hairless [aside from their mane, eyebrows, and eyelashes, I mean]? Where did that idea even come from in the first place?
Men and women both have natural body hair, so how did it become such that females are “supposed” to make themselves appear hairless at all given times while men get to keep their body hair all-natural?
Well, while dealing with the annoyance that is running a razor blade over my knees about fifteen minutes ago, I came up with a literal “shower thought” theory: