I wax. And I have to admit that being freshly waxed and baby smooth does make me feel more attractive, even if I never see another living soul (save the dogs) until the hair grows back.
I could blame it on patriarchal social conventions, I suppose, but there are two small “wrenches” in this theory as it applies to me:
a) I come from a background where body hair on a woman was considered attractive* by men. My mother, as a girl, admits to having been very vain about her mustache :eek: and she didn’t shave her legs until she entered the Working World (by which time she’d already married my dad). In fact, she didn’t shave them until she was “pulled aside” by a female coworker, who gently suggested that the fur-with-hose look was not cutting it. My dad was highly upset when she started shaving her legs.
b) for some reason, armpit hair doesn’t bother me. My pits are the only thing I don’t wax. I do shave my armpit hair occasionally, but am equally likely to let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees, without giving it a second thought until someone I love gets horrified and hands me a razor (it used to be my sister, but since she’s moved, it seems my pseudo-kid has taken on the task of telling me in no uncertain terms when it’s time to mow up under those bad boys).
This was probably more than you wanted to know.