We smile when we’re harassed on the street or hit on by jerks. We laugh at sexist jokes. We learn that when we have strong opinions, we’ll be called bitches and that if we get angry, we’ll be called hysterical. When we say what we want, we’re called pushy or aggressive.
Part of learning “ladylike” behavior is about learning to smile politely when someone is being crude. Femininity has long been attached to passivity and to being docile. Men fight, women giggle and fume silently.
It is an inevitable fact that I always fall for women named Sara.
It is hilarious to me. Being in awe of a woman and finding out her name is Sara.
I will describe the last woman. She was probably generously older than me. But she walked in the shop, with such brilliancy. A beautiful embroidered bag decorated with flowers. She had a long face, olive skin, and kinky red hair that stood up on its own. She was dressed in draping textiles. She hummed as she walked around. She brought with her a strong, warm energy. She asked me to put the most colorful item in the shop on hold, and that was when I found out her name. Of course, of course.
Hairy armpits : I love them.
When I first saw a girl with un-shaved armpits it didn’t shock me, or even affect me at all. Its natural, and I thought nothing more of it.
And then… I started to love hairy armpits. The more people hate them the more I love them. My favorite women who inspire me, like PJ Harvey & Patti Smith, have album covers showing their hairy armpits. Many of my friends have hairy armpits.
I think it’s kinda sexy.
I think it’s quite sexy.
I’m actually, um, really into it.
But I am a weird person and like to sniff armpits. I like pheromones. And the armpit hair keeps all the good smell in.
Why are we afraid of natural smells and natural hair? Don’t you think that’s kind of completely absurdly ridiculous?