I am really amazed that, in this day and age, the world in general, and particularly the people who frequent the sight dedicated to stamping out ignorance, has not gotten over making fun of hirsute people. (Or making fun of how people look in general, but that’s for another thread.)
Um, why should we? Because you don’t like looking at it? I can only think of two words to address that fact: Tough shit.
Sure, there are hair removal systems out there. Ever tried removing copious amounts of coarse, thick body hair? I have.
Laser removal and electrolysis are right out–considering the amount of hair in question, it would be prohibitively in question.
Nair? Nope–doesn’t work on hair that thick and coarse. And it can irritate the skin seriously.
Shaving? Maybe with a good set of clippers. Even then, it takes a long time, and grows back fast. And itches like hell when it does. Using a standard razor and foam is out of the fucking question. Ever gotten razor burn on your chest, or your legs, or around your pubes? Now imagine it across your entire chest.
Waxing? Riiiiight.
Yep, I’ve tried lots of them. I’ve got thick hair from my shoulders to my ankles, and for my entire life I’ve been made to feel bad enough about it to subject myself to painful attempts at removal.
Then I realized, it isn’t my problem – it’s YOUR problem (a general “you”), because you can’t stand looking at someone who doesn’t fit your bullshit image of what’s attractive or normal.
You think I like being stared at by shallow-minded assholes when I go to the beach or the pool? No. I hate it. I spent a week in Maui in January for a sales meeting, and had to worry every time I went to the pool or went snorkeling that I was going to get stared at by some moron (including the possibility of that moron being a co-worker).
You think I like getting my hair cut, and having the stylist shave the back of my neck, and pulling down my collar a bit, and sitting there wondering if she’s thinking, “Cripes, where does it stop?” Nope. It’s embarrassing. Makes me feel like a dork.
You think I like the jokes in the locker room, or any of the other baggage that goes with it? I sure don’t. But you know what? If you don’t like people with excessive body hair, too goddamned bad. It’s your problem, and it means you’re a shallow, pathetic loser.