Designer Vulvas
Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy. - Albert Einstein
Several months ago, when my hairdresser said she was going to do a "Brazilian" after my appointment, I thought meant she was going to meet her Brazilian boyfriend. No, she meant she was going for a Brazilian wax and had to explain to me what exactly that entailed.
It is hard to explain my naivete, because I see naked women ALL the time. Really. At any time at the gym there are a couple of dozen exposed women ranging from perky teenagers to eighty year old women with breasts swaying like wet tube socks. It took me a long time to get used to such lack of prudery; where I come from, the land of Southern Baptists and swamp Catholics, we are much more modest about these things. Even my lapsed Hispanic Catholic parents were covered up all the time. Anyway ... these naked Berkeley women I see so much of may not all demonstrate European wookie-dom (unshaven armpits and legs) but all them retain hair on their privates. The fashions of Paris Hilton are not followed here so I've not actually "seen" this particular fad before.
I can take pain. I did 36 hours of unmedicated back labor! But the thought of a Brazilian wax makes me want an epidural. Maybe even a spinal block. Bikini waxes seem sufficient for most swimwear, so why? Why rip out hair in such a sensitive area? I can see the convenience for men, but it hardly seems worth the pain.
I still hadn't gotten used to the idea of bare chicken gizzards when I read this article today: designer vaginas. I am beginning to feel vulva challenged!
Several months ago, when my hairdresser said she was going to do a "Brazilian" after my appointment, I thought meant she was going to meet her Brazilian boyfriend. No, she meant she was going for a Brazilian wax and had to explain to me what exactly that entailed.
It is hard to explain my naivete, because I see naked women ALL the time. Really. At any time at the gym there are a couple of dozen exposed women ranging from perky teenagers to eighty year old women with breasts swaying like wet tube socks. It took me a long time to get used to such lack of prudery; where I come from, the land of Southern Baptists and swamp Catholics, we are much more modest about these things. Even my lapsed Hispanic Catholic parents were covered up all the time. Anyway ... these naked Berkeley women I see so much of may not all demonstrate European wookie-dom (unshaven armpits and legs) but all them retain hair on their privates. The fashions of Paris Hilton are not followed here so I've not actually "seen" this particular fad before.
I can take pain. I did 36 hours of unmedicated back labor! But the thought of a Brazilian wax makes me want an epidural. Maybe even a spinal block. Bikini waxes seem sufficient for most swimwear, so why? Why rip out hair in such a sensitive area? I can see the convenience for men, but it hardly seems worth the pain.
I still hadn't gotten used to the idea of bare chicken gizzards when I read this article today: designer vaginas. I am beginning to feel vulva challenged!
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