At 60, I plan to stop all this plucking, shaving and waxing, take up cigar smoking, and be a vile, nasty looking old woman who disturbs people with her antisocial ways. At 70, I’ll get everything all prettied up again and start wearing pastel twin sets and pearls. At 80, the hair goes in a bun and I start wearing “Arsenic & Old Lace”-style dresses and making elderberry wine. I’ll probably let the chin hairs come in again.
Gotta try everything once, except Red Hat clubs. 15 years to Body Hair City!
I can easily see why somebody who’s dealing with serious facial hair would say fuck it. It’s hard to imagine when you just have a few stray hairs to pluck, but the more you have the more difficult it is. And for people with a lot of hair you’re talking serious pain, time and money. And there’s no permanent treatment, since if you have the hormonal problems that would cause you to have lots of hair, it’s just going to grow back.
You really have to consider that for some people it might not be worth it just to avoid people going “tsk tsk, grooming.” We all have to make those kinds of decisions.
I had a girlfriend who was quite hairy. She was brunette with very fair skin and had an incredibly lush bush, moderately hairy legs (from the knees down) and definite patches in her pits. She also had a fine moustache. Her pubes she left au naturel, her legs she’d shave about once a week, her axillary and lip hair about every other day, they being more visible. Her mom was in the same boat, lipwise, and she would get it waxed I was told, something my girl didn’t understand. “Zip, zip, three seconds and it’s done until next time,” she’d say.
She (my girl) also had about a dozen hairs around each nipple, right at the margin of her areolas. Like her bush, she left them alone. I’ve never seen anything like them before or since.