I don’t care what OTHERS do at all. 
However, if my wife grew a 'stash, it wouldn’t quite be grounds for divorce mind you, but there would be fights about it if she refused. Women go out of the way to make a guy dress nice, shave his beard and generally to act and dress in manners consistant with societal expectations or trends, but it is somehow insulting to expect a woman to shave off a 'stash because I find it extremely unattractive in a mate? Why such hypocracy?
OK, this is straying into TMI territory, but I have a deal with my SO. I am fine with Nairing my 'stache and keeping the moles on my face sprouting hair plucked (not to mention the small forest of a mole on my wrist). But I haven’t shared my armpits since I was 16. They don’t grow a lot of hair, and it isn’t very dark, so I never saw the point in shaving them. But the SO is grossed out, so I’ll shave my armpits if he shaves his face (something he’s very lax about).
So if I have to conform to societal standards I don’t care about, so does he. I agree that to demand conformity to such standards from you mate, but not abide by such standards yourself, it’s rather hypocritical.
Well, there’s also unhealthy dieting, carcinogenic skin creams and cosmetics, expensive (and also possibly carcinogenic) hair dye, time-consuming hair styling, uncomfortable and possibly dangerous high heels, possibly lethal plastic surgery, uncomfortable slimming or sexy underwear, shaving/bleaching/waxing/plucking/threading/lasering underarms, legs, bikini area, and forearms/belly or wherever else a woman has ‘too much’ hair…
I’d say societal trends are just a tad uneven. And this is after the time of corsets and Javex douches.
As a hirsuite granola girl who likes to rock a pair of silk stockings but hates to go to the salon, I have often grappled with this question myself. My opinion (and corresponding hair removal patterns) have ranged all over the map. I have gone from full-body waxing to full-body forestation, and back again. Most recently, after this post I saw the last time we discussed this, my position kind of settled.
I have since then met a jaw-droppingly gorgeous woman with pretty substantial facial hair, and now I truly appreciate what he meant.
It certainly cuts against social conventions, but I had a massage client who was magnificently beautiful, although it did require some relaxing of expectations to adjust to the sight of her blonde goatee. It certainly made her distinctive, and her self confidence was immensely attractive. As with most oddities, once you got to know her you rarely even noticed it.
What hypocracy? I said:
I don’t mind it and neither does my husband. I have no one’s opinion to mind outside of the two of us. Therefore, why bother? I would take my husband’s opinion into account if he was, say, made violently queasy at the mere mention of naturally occurring facial hair… but then again, if he was the sort of guy who cared about such things I would never have married him in the first place.
Incidentally, he did once tell me after seeing a razor-phobic hippie friend of mine that he found women’s armpit hair to be “seriously revolting”. I did not know this about him, and pointed out to him that I hadn’t shaved my armpits for well over a year. He hadn’t noticed. We have a really active sex life and I’m nekkid kind of a lot, so how he avoided being revolted by my vaguely fuzzy 'pits I have no idea. Apparently he’s not as freaked out by 'pit hair as he thought. To his credit, he did revise his stance on the situation. And lest anyone think I’ve got a full pelt or something, I do shave pretty meticulously from the waist down, but that’s a whole different set of preferences.
For the record, I don’t much care if NajaHusband dresses nicely, shaves or doesn’t, or fits any societal trend you might care to name. It’s his physicality, after all. He’s responsible for presenting whatever image to the world that he cares to present. I can hardly keep myself dressed, much less someone else. 
It’s not birth control pills (usually), it’s age and heredity.
Having noticed over the past 40+ years that women in my family are rather hirsute at the best of times, and post-menopause are just effing hairy, I have long known that I would be growing a goatee at some point in my life.
As it happens, I have vampire-pale skin and dark brown body hair. Lots of it. And my skin is sensitive on top of everything else, prone to rashes and what not.
So I shave. I don’t wax, don’t use chemicals. Shaving is the least irritating means for me to mow the lawn and trim the hedges. I do the legs in summer but in winter let the forest grow. My husband accepts this as a fair compromise, as he finds rashy, oozy, weeping, sore encrusted shins even more distasteful than a wife with a thicker pelt than he has (I’m half Russian. He has a siginificant dose of Native American. I’m not kidding when I say parts of my body are much hairier than corresponding parts on him).
Yes, I shave the damn chin and upper lip. I’m told that it is somehow horrible and unfemine to do so, but the scraggily shit that grows there is damn unfemine too. If it grew thick enough to be called an honest beard I might quit the office job and join a sideshow but really it’s just crap to look at, it’s bristly, and I choose of my own free will to make it gone. I expect this stuff will only get thicker and more abundant post-menopause. What I do then I haven’t a clue.
And, uh, oh yeah - I have a unibrow, too. Have since childhood. Despite hearing much about how horrible they are I have never found it a social obstacle, and I’ve never bothered to pluck, trim, or otherwise restrain my lush eyebrow growth. I just never saw a need to do so. No doubt someone out there considers me a barbarian for not doing so, but then they would probably be aghast I don’t shave my pubes, either (when did that get to be the fashion?) I’ve also been known to wear black shoes with brown pants, which I’m also told is a no-no.
I’m just fashion and style impaired I guess. And fuzzy.
My cousin’s taller and has bigger breasts. Plus the 'stache was black… her usual light fuzz isn’t visible.
Post-menopause you do a lot of, “Holy crap - what is that thing? Is that a hair?” as you find a foot and half of light, thread-like gauze wafting after you. It may be growing out of your upper thigh, or from your elbow - it’s all Nature’s great joke.
Sadly the facial hair that grows thickly, and thus can be felt and plucked, is not the hair that garners attention. It is the hair that floats in the breeze from my chin, as delicate as silk, and invisible to my eye, that bothers me.
I was once a girlie-girl. I didn’t have to work on it at all. I’ve never plucked my eyebrows they’re naturally perfect. That may be all that’s left of what was perfect. I’m slowly wizening and I don’t like it one bit.
What?
I don’t have ANY hair on my body that fits that description. It’s not “peachfuzz”. It’s not “gauze-like”. It’s hair.
Must agree that it is age. Each year I spend more time at the salon getting waxed. What used to be my eyebrows, turned into my lip which is now my entire face and neck. If hair starts growing on my back, I plan to end it all by drowning in depilatory.
I’ve never been anywhere near perfect, but I was looking at a picture from maybe ten years ago and boy, my skin looked so much younger! It’s almost enough to get me to go get some sort of peel!