Apologies...sort of. Where the wild hairs grow and why should anyone give a rat's arse! What it must take to be a stable genius.

    So, being the observer I am...and with  the upsurge in femdom's righteous power and another women's march all over the US (the world?) planned for later this month and my male prurient
(Wow! I just learned there is no such word as 'purient'! I have stupidly been misspelling prurient for decades...of course how often does one use that word? Damn you Webster's! I did the same thing by adding an 'n' to helmet! It just sounded better! I know. I know. That's no excuse.) curiosity has made me wonder what the big deal was and is.

    I found that at the turn of the 20th Century women maintained a natural let us use the term "grooming" and amazingly our grandparents and great grandparents were born. Sex was going on even with carpet, curtains and doilies in free form (you younger folks look up doilies). People worked hard. There was no air conditioning. Perfume or cologne or toilet water was used to mask odor. Soap could get you clean but funk was always lurking just around the corner.

   The notion of deodorant originated around 1888 when a product called Mum was trademarked with the first antiperspirant Everdry showing up in 1903. (Thank you Smithsonian.com...as if I knew that stuff already...get real.) If interested look up the story of the high school girl who was responsible for marketing the product called Odorona. Pete Townsend of  The Who wrote a great little ditty about the product on their Sellout album in the 1960's.

    But this post is about shaving and not really about funky pits. Remember the late 1800's was still called the Victorian age and any references to personal parts or grooming in polite company was not seemly. The underarm was not something you discussed in public. That would have been seen as indelicate and tawdry. There was no part of a woman visible but for hands and face. A lady's ankle revealed was scandalously bawdy. Men would swoon!
    The roaring twenties changed everything. Short skirts, no corseted undergarments along with sleeveless fashions gave rise to the need for sleek shiny gams and pits.
    There's more information regarding this historical walk down razor burn lane, but this rambling novella is more about current events and an apparent movement to keep things natural.
    From what I gather much of the grooming movement was our fault...men, I mean. Men are supposedly repulsed by those kinds of surprises in female personal grooming. I am sure in some less mature men there is truth in that. I am also sure that not all women would consider letting nature take it's course...we are not animals, you know. We can make decisions for ourselves.
    My being a teenager in the mid to late 1960's gives me a slightly different perspective. I can recall a specific event when I was a Junior in high school in Germany seeing a beautiful girl climb aboard our trolley heading for downtown Heidelberg. She had long dark hair, was dressed "Mod" with cool fishnet stockings and high heels. When she passed us on her way off the tram we saw she wasn't wearing fishnets. It was her abundant leg hair poking through her stockings. We freaked. I had never seen that before. Was she any less beautiful? Not really. The issue is I can't remember her face, only her legs.
    I missed the hippy movement. I wasn't here. The summer of love...the Haight Ashbury scene? I missed it.
We got back after Woodstock in 1969. But "letting it all hang out" was a catchphrase for the counter culture and I wan't a part of that. I digress ad nauseam, sorry. Back on track. It was acceptable to be who you were in that natural state if that was what you wanted. The social pressures instituted by the moral majority lost ground to individuality. "Power to the people, man!"
    Men should not be the root cause of women deciding whether to shave/groom or not. It isn't about the bacterial funk either. For God's sake! What's more stinky than a man?! This on is on you, ladies.
    Being the observant stable genius wanna be I have the potential of becoming ( if one can pass the sanity test...if you're not crazy if you think you're crazy, then you must be crazy if you don't.)
I believe the struggle for women to bridge the power gap has created another suffragette movement. Call it what you wish but equal isn't equal in business, government or the arts. We need to cut the crap. I can only hope the young men out there realize they won't be able to perpetuate the myth that women have gotten a fair shake up to this point and see to it they do their share to change the landscape. Because, I will tell you this...if they don't get out of the way they will get run over.

    If letting it all hang out follicle-wise represents freedom or femdom or laziness so be it. Stubble on a man's face is considered in fashion and "cool." Why not armpit stubble or perhaps a shadow under there to add mystery? Does she or doesn't she? Why suffer a Brazilian or any waxing at all? Landing strips among other interesting quaffed patterns could be a thing of the past!
    Personally, neither fuzzy nor smooth armpits, legs or other bits bother me either way. Make yourself happy!
    Ya know? I do wish I could remember that girl's face.


    A Stable Genius? Somebody pinch me. I know I am caught in some nightmarish dream. I thought I lived among reasonable men who could not and would not tolerate the degradation of the United States by any person, entity or foreign power. I am embarrassed. This blog isn't about politics. This will be the only comment made.