Ya know, I dated a gal who didn’t shave her legs. One would think that it was totally repulsive, but it really wasn’t. Of course, later on she turned out to be an absolute bitch, but that was only after she decided to shave her legs.
Whattaya know? We have something in common! 
A number of people seem to think this, but I don’t know why. It’s not clothes that keep most people from having fleas, it’s lifestyle and the fleas’ genetically programmed preferences. I unknowingly moved into a badly infested house, once, and, while my cats got infested, I only got random bites. I think lice would be a more likely problem, but even then, I don’t think it would be a big problem.
So have I. I find hairiness very, very attractive, but then that may be simply because I have hardly any body hair to speak of myself. It would be terribly dangerous, all these really hairy chaps wandering around. How would I get any work done?
The poster who mentioned the discomfort factor is right though. My husband has to let his legs dry for half an hour after a shower or bath to avoid the madness of itching.
Oh dear. The very idea makes me profoundly uneasy. I should mention that I have possibly the worst hair in the world–oily, stringy, inconsistently textured–it’s straighter on one side than the other, don’t ask me how that works, I must have extra chromosomes or something. I’ve really been looking forward to the whole baldness thing, when I can put the whole issue behind me without having to wear a hat or look like a neo-Nazi. (Recently it has been brought to my attention that my skull may also be oddly shaped, so I may be screwed either way; I’m trying not to think about that.) Regardless, a whole body’s worth of the sort of hair I have now would certainly push me right the hell over the edge. A nicely countershaded lemurlike pelage, though, I could definitely live with.
Fleas are actually not too bad here in Florida anymore, what with the new sprays available for pets and lawns. I imagine that flea-killing cologne would quickly become fashionable.
How would this affect the fast-food industry? Would someone have to invent a “full-body-net” for the kitchen staff?
For me, this is nothing to do with science fiction, hypothetical situations or idle conjecture. This is real life.
I’m the hairiest man I’ve ever met. I’m the hairiest man that people I’ve met have ever met. In my younger days, when pub sessions were more of a feature of my life than they are now, I was often challenged on this by other males, and so we’d stake a round of drinks on who had the hairier chest. We’d nominate one of the women present (from our circle of friends) as a judge, and then we’d take it in turns to do the Clark Kent-into-Superman shirt opening thing to let her assess the respective chest fur. I always won, hands down, and always with an instant decision.
I’ve acquired various nicknames about this, some of them quite funny and ingenious, but I won’t repeat them here because some other UK Dopers will read it and then my next UK Dopefest will be… hiruste hell.
I’m hairy just about everywhere. It’s far easier for me to describe the few parts of me that are not gifted wuth fur (soles of feet, palms of hands, inside of forearms… that’s about it). From shaved closed than close, I can grow a full beard, that looks as if I’ve been cultivating it all my life, in about 9-10 days.
I decided a long time ago not to do anything about it, and to just let the fur be. Reason one: it would be a never-ending battle that could never really be won. Reason two: I’m not really into ‘falsity’ or significant cosmetic alteration for the sake of it e.g. when I lose all my head hair, I won’t bother with the dreaded comb over or a wig or anything. I’m content to just be me, and if I’m a furry me, then that’s just the way I am. I choose not to have a problem with it. And since my standards of hygiene, cleanliness and nice-to-be-nearness are stratospheric, I don’t see how anyone else can have a problem with it either.