>Last Wednesday, I met up with Logan Levkoff for drinks. Logan and I met at the BlogHer conference. We both attended the small workgroup on feminism, and then I heard her speak on a panel (with Susie Bright!) regarding blogging about sex. Since we both live in the big bad City, we decided to get together again upon our triumphant return. A month later, the meeting of the minds happened.
As we were leaving the bar, Logan asked me if I really was completely against Brazilian waxing. I was forced to admit that while I personally would find it uncomfortable in many ways, it is not that I think that no woman should have one. If its someone’s cup of tea – and I think Queen of Spain has made some very good points about this – what is it my business to yell at them and prevent them from having hot wax poured into their cooch and their hairs yanked out, if they like it and (more importantly) the long-term results?
What I do wholeheartedly oppose, however, is that it is a new fashion statement, a fad. There is this weird pressure out there for women to prove how hot, sexy, and feminine they are, and the latest way to do so is to have a Brazilian wax, or worse, go completely bare. At least a Brazilian wax leaves some hairy evidence that the waxee is a grown woman; bare is just too JonBenet. (OK, that was beyond inappropriatre.)
The Salon.com article reinforces my point on this: women who have no interest in violating Geneva Convention rules against torture are being asked point blank to do so by hoards of obnoxious men who think that they have some god-given right to fuck only super-groomed women. Women’s magazines, always semi-dubious sources of in the first place, are trying to spread this gospel around the nation. As Logan noted, who cares what grown women do about crotch hair? But she said she “dies a little inside” every time a 16 year old girl goes in for a Brazilian wax. I could not agree more, and I even drank half of a pint of beer to prove it.