when did shaving one's cooch bare become so popular that it no longer pings as kink?

Not sure when exactly, but I've been seeing guys comment on articles about cooch-shaving to the effect of "I would never consider dating a woman with pubic hair; it's just basic hygiene, and if she can't be bothered to do even that much she's obviously lazy and gross" for at least the last five years. Prior to that, there were always some people who'd admit it was their preference, but it's definitely just been in the last several years that people (at least the people who bother to post on the Internet) have been equating it to regular tooth-brushing.

I am so, so glad not to be single and attempting to date. I would probably stab everyone a lot.

SIL's salon does waxing and she does quite a few. Like me, she rarely even shaves her legs. I don't even consider a bikini wax. If anyone sees a bit of hair on my bathing suit line they are staring too close. Back off.

Hey, whatever works for you, but I don't feel a need to clean shave anything other than my pits.

it's just basic hygiene

The hair is there for a reason, morons! Jesus.

ita, that's crazy about your sister. WTF colleague?

Suzi, I'm so sorry you're going through this. I hope the Lyrica kicks in really well next week, or that there's something else the doctors can do.

^^^^ what Amy said.

My suspicion is that it's a result of how many people are basically introduced to sex through porn, because it was big in porn long before it took off (us, so to speak). In which case, not actually a big deal, just a lack of experience (uh, sorry, keep hitting the double entendres) with pubic hair IRL.

I think if I weren't the mom of a preteen it might not hit my "hell the FUCK no!" button so hard, but as it is it looks to me like wanting to pretend to yourself that your lover is premenstrual.

It always makes me think of the story of John Ruskin's unconsummated marriage (a Victorian art critic, he apparently did not realize that real women, unlike marble ones, had pubic hair, and was appalled). (That may not be the actual reason, of course - [link] )

I am so, so glad not to be single and attempting to date. I would probably stab everyone a lot.

I am single, but I am so so glad I am not attempting to date anymore. For this reason. Cannot deal anymore.

It always makes me think of the story of John Ruskin's unconsummated marriage (a Victorian art critic, he apparently did not realize that real women, unlike marble ones, had pubic hair, and was appalled).

I've encountered a few articles on waxing/no waxing and it's surprising how many guys reaction's are as JZ mentioned. I've always thought of them as Neo-Ruskins in a way. Except they're idealized woman comes from porn not art.

I'd like to think that, were I dating, I'd be dating people who were old enough to remember pubic hair. And possibly the sort of people who would respect my personal grooming choices. And hopefully I'd figure that out before we got to any potentially seeing pubic hair situations. (Nope, still really glad not to be dating.)

You'd think a guy with more than two brain cells would realize that *he* has pubic hair, so women probably will, too. I guess there aren't that many brain cells around anymore.

One thing that was sort of shocking to me was watching Lovelace and realizing I was actually startled to see a bush. You just never do anymore. In movies, I mean.