So. That's it. It was like sign or something that I had to post about this. It's on every blog I look at. I can't ignore it any longer.
As I find out more and more of my family members read my blog, I do think about lady-fieing my blog posts...making them more lady-like.
I can't do. So father...if you are reading this...now may be the time to stop.
It's time to talk about our favorite subject: BODY HAIR.
First, we shall start with the decent topic of facial hair. Someone asked me many moons ago on here if my facial hair has decreased since losing weight. Remember...it was my theory that all the fat hormones that were surging through my body were like hair fertilizer if you will to my whiskers. I hoped that upon losing weight, I would have less old lady whiskers.
Alas. My theory did not hold true. Apparently, much like a field of deeply rooted oak trees...once they are there...they are there to stay.
I shall henceforth blame my facial hair on my mother's side of the family. The Roether Whisker Gene is alive and well.
Now. Yesterday I checked out a new blog, thanks to Lapband Gal. She's not a band gal, but she is funny. And she may have changed my life forever. She had a very funny post about her own pubic hair and stated this: "Well Dr. Oz said that the real evolutionary purpose of pubic hair is to absorb odor and disburse pheromones to attract a mate."
Oh. My. Gosh.
I don't think I can do it though. I don't think I can commit to a grow out. But...just in case...I conditioned my stubble last night.
Moving on, this morning I read Kristin's latest post on her accidental Brazilian. And I loved my comment so much that I had to post it here...because I really do want an answer.
My comment: is buttcrack hair removal standard fair with a Brazilian? I am really only asking for my own knowledge, as no one has every waxed my lady station...but I would like a smooth choco-starfish as well BUTT I think it would really hurt.
Always a lady.
One time my mom tried to wax the back of my thighs for me. I was on all fours and she put the wax on and I remember every time she went to pull it off, I scooted across the bed away from her. I no likey the pain.