Monday, March 9, 2009

Leg Hair

This past weekend I let the middle schoolers in Crash wax my leg hair.  The leg on the right is mine, the other leg being waxed is that of Johnny, an 8th grader.  I had thicker leg hair than him, only growing mine for two months.  Oh, the power of puberty!
It started out as laziness in January and turned into fascination and a personal test of endurance by late February.  
I have to admit, now that the hair is gone I kind of miss it.  If having hairy legs wasn't as socially unacceptable as it is, I would have it.  Somehow I think that having dreads and hairy legs would be a bit too much, don't you think?

ALSO: the feeling of wind brushing past your leg hair is awesome.  I feel sad that most women don't know this amazing tickley feeling.  

Another discovery: When I was younger, the only way I could cause my brothers any real pain was to pull their leg hair.  This is, in fact, quite painful I found out. 

1 comment:

  1. I loved the feeling of shaving my legs for swim season. Yeah, I shaved my legs for the shear mental competitive edge effect. Viciously moving freshly shaved legs in crisp sheets = awesome. :)

    I felt like I just explained a first kiss or something.