THE KEYS TO HAPPINESS
1. Budgeting
2. Embracing your mammalian heritage
... so what I'm saying is... SAVE, DON'T SHAVE.
AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA -- ahem. I think I need to sleep now. I owe people like a billionty emails in the morning, since I'm apparently feeling quasi-literate again.
2. Embracing your mammalian heritage
... so what I'm saying is... SAVE, DON'T SHAVE.
AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA -- ahem. I think I need to sleep now. I owe people like a billionty emails in the morning, since I'm apparently feeling quasi-literate again.
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Actually, when I walked around a lot (read: ever), I'd shave... other areas. Because I have some awesome stretch marks that like to randomly chafe. (And it's honestly less irritating to not have hair, versus the irritation of shaving. Buh? Probably if we could not wear pants, the area would air out more, and not chafe, but hey, not feasible.) But I'm not bothered -- truly, truly deep down -- by the visual or tactile experience of being a mammal. ... really not. Which is apparently odd!
My mother has been obsessing over body hair since she learned that it's become the standard thing for young girls to shave their crotches. "Why?! Just... how do they even think of that? Why???? DO PEOPLE SHAVE THEIR ARMS TOO? WHAT." I listen to this rant almost daily! But, since my mom didn't shave her legs during my childhood, I'm actually not bothered by body hair in the slightest. Cory is a goth boy, so... yeah. But I'm a mammal!