I think this every year. I look at my legs and think Christ! Then I look around a bit more; hands, up from the knuckles, arms, stomach . . palms, no cancel palms. And don’t even mention toes.
I suppose in evolutionary terms it’s entirely possible, if not probable – I know for sure I’m hungrier as Autumn approaches; prehistorically, I’ve got to put on extra weight for the up coming annual trek south and/or food shortages. Why wouldn’t I put on a little extra hair as well ?
But it’s also possible the hair is just getting a little thicker, or maybe even the light is different now and I’m seeing the hair differently . . . or maybe it’s just me.
Anyone know what’s afoot in this body I seem to have less and less control over ?
I believe that there has been some research that indicated a very slight difference between winter and summer body hair in humans; I’ll see what I can find…
Could it be that you are getting hairier as middle age approaches?
It’s been happening to me for a couple of years now. Not for me the knuckles, arms, stomach and…shhh…toes. Oh no. With me it’s ears, nose, back of neck and just lately, my damn eyebrows! I swear, just the other week Mrs Legion plucked a monster from my left eyebrow. The sucker was at least two inches long!
Alas, I suspect legion may have a point. But I wonder if it’s a different point. I have noticed this – or think I do – anually for quite some years. But perhaps the effect becomes more pronounced as we ‘mature’, or creak.
I was also reminded of a documentary I once saw on a man in his final weeks before dying from AIDS; in the final weeks he developed a fine kind of fur right across his body . . a little-known genetic defensive mechanism of some discription, or so it was suggested.
