Recently, Cosmo had an article about Brazilian waxes, and how they’re Empowering! And Everyone’s Doing Them! And how they’re Changing the World! And then Jezebel produced a post about that very terrible article, which has spawned a 300-count-and-growing comment thread that is mostly about how disgusting it is to remove your pubic hair; that they, the commenters, are Real Women and Women Have Hair; that to remove that hair is to Give in to the Patriarchy and Look Prepubescent–and generally, I want to say screw you.
My vagina, bereft of hair, remains a woman’s vagina because holy crap!
I’m a woman! It is also a lot easier to deal with and neater during my
period, far more, way more, so ridiculously more sensitive during oral
sex, and I know for a fact that sometimes a faceful of wet hair is not
the most pleasant sensation in the world–I am nothing if not polite.
is it a problem that I want to wax? It doesn’t hurt as much as everyone
swears it does, I have the money for it, I am not doing it because it
is hip, I am not an idiot who is doing it because Cosmopolitan
magazine tells me that I have to if I want to be a real woman, a wreck
who thinks my body is disgusting and needs to be fixed, a weakling who
goes bare because my man tells me I better or I’m not getting any
because that’s the way vaginas in porn movies look.
I do it
because I want to do it. I like it. I do not think your pubic hair is a
problem–why is my lack a problem? I am as confused by the women in the
gym, as one Jezebel commenter recounts,
who criticize other women for having full and luxurious mounds of pubic
hair as I am by the women who say that waxing is disgusting and wrong.
What the hell, people?
Which wave of feminism is it that talks
about our right to make informed, well-thought-out decisions about our
bodies? Because that’s the one I want to be a part of. That’s the one I
want to bring back, the one where you say “My Body, My Choice,” full
stop, without going on to suggest that your body is wrong. Where women
stop undermining each other over stupid crap, stop assuming that all
women are the kinds of idiots who listen to women’s magazines and base
all their choices on their dictates, and start worrying about the
important things. Like not the state of my vagina.