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.