I realize that most of the men who follow this blog will have absolutely no interest in this post. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to talk about it, of course.
Shaving. In the U.S., it’s basically expected. Those who deviate are quickly labeled hippies (I’m not saying being a hippie is a bad thing. I’m merely pointing out stereotypes). So what happens when a woman in her early twenties begins finding it difficult to continue this ritual?
I’m glad that I enjoy wearing jeans in 90 degree weather, because I happen to be said woman. That whole “bending down to shave my legs everyday” thing ain’t working anymore. I might be able to get away with it if I had a bathtub to sit on, but all I have to work with right now is a walk-in shower.
Talk about frustrating. No, I don’t enjoy the feeling of having ape legs. And as ridiculous as it sounds, I’m too damn stubborn to buy a shower stool. I contemplate, I research various products online, but I never purchase. Quite frankly, I think I’m just ashamed of the reaction people will have if they find out I have one. A shower stool is an “old lady thing.” I know I’m being stupid. Watch, pretty soon I’ll be writing a glowing review on one of them.
I think I’m ranting here more than trying to make a point. I guess the moral of this story would be that sometimes we’re forced to do things that might embarrass us for our own good. And that sometimes you just need to suck it up and deal with it so that you can be a productive human being.
Now this particular human being needs sleep. Good night all.