The weather has finally warmed up to where it’s time to pull out those shorts, cropped pants, and tank tops. And if you’re a woman (and perhaps even if you’re a man) your thoughts immediately turn to the beauty regimen.
Me, personally, I don’t shave my legs all winter. My skin hates it (gets too dry), it takes up a lot of time, and in the spirit of my newfound sense of frugality it costs money (razors, shaving cream, hot water). Husband and I have long passed the time when I’d shave my legs in anticipation of seeing him, and he soon decided that getting scratched at night by my stubble-laden legs was more of a concern than whether I deemed him worthy of intense grooming sessions on my part.
In anticipation of the annual deforestation of my lower legs last week I sat contemplating the matter. Did I want to start spending money on razors only to toss them away? Did I want to support the production and distribution of a plastic disposable item whose sole purpose is to help women succumb to societal pressure to “look good” by removing their body hair? (note: Green Bean pointed out some eco-friendly razors but the cost issue still stands) Now, I’m a pretty hairy person but most of the hair on my body is light in texture and blondish. I don’t shave my upper legs and they look fine. But years and years of shaving my lower legs has resulted in the growth of thick, coarse, dark hair. As much as I want to free myself from the bonds of consumerism and the chains of the fashion industry, I cannot help but admit that dark hairy legs just ruin the look of a pretty summer skirt. And try as I might I cannot get used to the sight of dark clumps of hair on a woman’s armpits.
I wanted to like my dark hairy legs and my hairy armpits, I wanted to just let it all go and say goodbye to razor purchases. I wanted to be more natural and less a victim of the beauty industry. But I just couldn’t do it. So I clear cut the lower legs, shaved the ‘pits, and am now trying to figure out what I can do to reduce the environmental and cost impact of hirsutiphobia (and yes, that’s a made up name).