Don’t know about going faster. But athletic tape pulled hair so bad.
If I wake screaming from a nightmare because of this, I will track you down and give you such a scowl!!!
Radio station WTMI- broadcasting way too much information. 
Hey now, let’s give @Biggirl (and her husband’s balls) a break. After all, I did ask 
I found the discussion fascinating.
Yeah, in the extended version featuring the joggers, they’re definitely CGI miniatures.
Didn’t we have a poster here many years ago who denuded his sack during the summer, only to find that some hair is needed to prevent the delicate skin from sticking to one’s thigh and creating wicked heat rash?
I’ve heard that when the hair grows back, it’s really itchy. One reason I’ve never shaved down there. (Well, that and the fact that I’m scared of cutting myself.)
Body hair, aka pubic hair, is seen as coarse, dirty, and stinky. Head hair is seen as soft, fluffy, and clean. Ergo, the dichotomy.
The progression was shaving chests first, probably started by bodybuilders to show off their definition, and then carried over to a more common experience. But wider manscaping as a whole for straights is relatively new.
I know there has been some cultural disdain for men having hairy backs and shoulders for some time, and now the newer generation has embraced the message.
My impression is backs and shoulders and chests, less so arms and legs. Though my nephew was shaving his when he was a competitive swimmer.
I once trimmed the area with scissors. That was a HUGE mistake. The ends of the hairs were sharp, and I was in constant discomfort till it grew out. I have since trimmed with trimmers (as an experiment) and didn’t have the same issue. I have not shaved.
I cycle (at least until my back said “fuck you” to me), and I can say that leg stubble sucks. Extrapolating that to my privates would lead me into a situation where it’s either never shave or always shave.
One of those is Infinitely easier to maintain than the other.
The thing about waxing is less and less hair grows back after a few years it ain’t no thang.
But boy that first time is tough. Which ever part of the body you’re having done. (No, folks, don’t try to do your privates on your own. Can be a sad sad thing)
Legs are easy.
Many years ago I shaved my legs, testing the edge I put on a pocketknife. In 40 years, the hair has never grown back. If I could figure out the trick to that, I’d probably be a millionaire.
Swimmers do shave. They no longer look like mark spitz. A fraction of a second could lose you a medal.
I’m predicting a Bad Bad Bad thread about this soon…
It’s not as much annoying as amusing, but consider this commercial for Ark Encounter, the Christian theme park in Kentucky. The commercial features a mommy and daddy giraffe touring the ark with their children. Among the dialogue, “The kids weren’t joking. This place is something else. Straight from the history books, it is.”
And for what insane reason do cans of spider spray have the most venomous, ferocious looking spiders on the can. Damn, I don’t even want to pick the can up.
Don’t think I’ll be going there.
There’s a local commercial for a meat market I find sad and slightly disturbing (which is too bad, because I like bacon, and this commercial makes me want it less).
An overweight guy, middle-aged progressing to old age, is alone in his backyard, cooking bacon in a pan on his grill. An announcer says:
“Your son wants to drop out of medical school and become a rodeo clown? Put some bacon on it”. The man adds another strip of bacon.
“Your daughter wants to get a face tattoo? Put some bacon on it”. The man adds another strip of bacon.
“Your wife is having an affair…with another woman? Better add two strips for that”. The man adds two more strips of bacon.
The announcer finishes by saying something about bacon being a universal panacea for all of life’s problems.
Aside from the old-fashioned sexism of the idea that the man’s wife having an affair with a woman is somehow worse than with a man, the whole concept of this sad guy, his kids going down dark paths and his wife probably about to leave him, alone in his backyard stuffing bacon down his gullet, is really depressing 
perhaps it was a german ad company?
Is it sexism to think a man’s ego might be bruised more to find out that not only does he not satisfy her, but that he’s so bad she swapped sides? Some men might interpret it that way.
Don’t worry, he won’t be lonely for long. His heart attack will solve his problems.
I suspect sexism, but if it were me, I’d be more depressed because I obviously missed it. How did I miss it that my wife of umpty-years preferred women? Or, that she was so dissatisfied with our life that she thought “swapping sides” was a better choice?