I used to do the leg hair and underarms, but I haven't bothered in decades. And it wasn't marital "I don't have to bother anymore" laziness, I got tired of the bother before I met Hubby. The hair's not that dark or thick, and if someone wants to be horrified they can be. I'm not normally dancing around with my hands over my head, so it's not like I'm flashing my pits at the world, anyway.

I shave the damned hairs on my chin every week.

Oh dear heavens, I'm watching Steel Magnolias-- peplums, pastels, big hair, and bows (ass and hair) galore. It's like a smorgasbord of every bad southern 80s fashion tragedy.

Sean, your bald head is super-darling! Now I need to put you, the StuntHusband, and Pete in a row.

Sean, your bald head is super-darling!

I've been getting more or less unanimous positive feedback. I seem to have the proper shaped skull to pull it off.

Plus it'll help me shave my face a little more often, and break out of my usual pattern of letting the face scruff grow until I can't stand the itching (and look like a homeless person). I've already done a couple of touch ups on the head, since it only takes a couple of days before there's enough stubble to warrant it, and I'm keeping the look for a while. And if I'm going to be standing there every day or two with a razor in my hand and a bunch of shave cream all over my head, I may as well scrape the chin whiskers too.

My hypothetical future boyfriend will need to have a European sensibility regarding female body hair, I'm afraid.

The Boy shaves his legs more than I shave mine. Trufax.

Also, I liked to keep it trimmed or shaved.... *down* *there*.

Alabama? t /innocent look

I seem to have the proper shaped skull to pull it off.

I was once waiting for a bus late at night, and there were several young punks/pseudo-goths of varying genders nearby. One young woman had a shaved head, and she had a perfectly shaped skull. I was gazing at her, and she nudged one of the guys and sneered at me. "What are you staring it, huh?" she said, all tough. "You have a beautiful skull," I told her. She went even paler and scurried away, and the rest of the punks watched me nervously.

I guess having a normal-looking middle-aged woman speaking thoughtfully and admiringly of your skull is disconcerting to some.

I shaved my head a couple of times as my hair was falling out, and I can't imagine doing it on a regular basis. It's hard. My head did end up being more shapely than I imagined.

I may have gotten a little slovenly in the shaving department since it seems so unlikely that anyone but a medical professional will see me naked, and I've lost any need to impress medical professionals.

Alabama?

So help me, I am now thinking of kudzu.

Alabama?

So help me, I am now thinking of kudzu.

Ahahahahahaha!!!!!

My work here is done.