I wrote this post some time ago. I just found it in my "draft" file.
I guess at some point I had drawn a boundary about writing about my pubic hair growth, but I think that one post about a vagina being in your throat kind of deminished the outlandishness of the whole pubic hair growth crazy talk.
So I'mna go ahead and publish it.
Woa. Ladies... hold on to your panties! I'm goin' all no holds barred...
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What is it about getting older that makes your hair turn all gypsy and emigrate from places of respect to less acceptable locations?
I was taking a shower today and looked down to groom myself when I was astonished to find that my pubes have migrated Southward onto my inner thighs. I'm fairly sure that not so long ago (yesterday) my pube line, if you will, didn't extend beyond MAYBE one or two stragglers that may've taken up camp on my thigh... but to see that those stragglers have multiplied like rabbits and are on the very brink of industrialization is just so frustrating.
To make matters worse, also just recently, I've had to take a weed whacker to the miscreant hair on my upper lip. They've always been there, so it's not like they took root over night... I mean, I've always been wary of them, but very suddenly these quiet, introverted conservatives have gone all rogue-like on me and have decided to make their presence known! Without even asking first. And those suckers are fast. They like to cast their 5'oclock shadows. It's like they don't even care that I've let them live in peace and harmony for over 33 years. That's what gets me the most.
I mean COME. ON!
I'm getting older, wrinklier... I've got less and less stuff going for me (namely gravity). I don't need to be the woman with the mustache hairy upper lip or the woman at the pool who just can't fit it all in her suit. Can't I cut a break any where?
Ladies? Am I alone here? Isn't it enough that we have the gargantuan responsibility of mothering the entire universe!