A woman’s fight at a man’s game
No-shave November goes female
January 23, 2007
Julie Taylor
No-shave November has been a treasured tradition at Trinity Western University for over five years now. We all know the story. Once a year the males throw away their razors and embrace one of the most fabulous things about being in college: the ability to let grow whatever you want.
This year, after much pondering, and to the dismay of my fiancé, I decided that I would participate in the masculine game of growth. Why couldn’t a girl throw away her razors, waxes, tweezers and depilatory creams and let her hair grow out like a guy? I decided to be the first woman in TWU’s history to do No-shave November. That’s right, hairy legs, armpits and all. I was going to make history! The feminists would be so proud.
So on Oct. 31, I prepared for the grueling month ahead. I shaved all unwanted hair and buried my tank tops in the bottom of my drawer. I even plucked my three chin hairs to keep them from becoming too noticeable by the end of November. The legs I wasn’t too worried about. It is a well-known secret among women that we don’t shave much during the winter months anyways. I figured my downfall would be my armpits. God only knows how long they could get in a month. At least I knew no one would see them, and I heard that after they get through the prickly stage they aren’t that bad. I figured this must be true because you never hear guys complain about it.
So into a bag went all of my numerous hair removal tools, under the bed for its one-month hibernation. This was a fight that I was going to win!
The first week went by without any notice. By the second week, my armpit stubble was starting to itch, my leg hair was definitely noticeable and my three hideous chin hairs had re-sprouted. I was still as driven as at the beginning and I realized that this halfway mark wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
Then, unfortunately, at the end of week three, I looked in the mirror. There to my shock and dismay was an old enemy that I hadn’t seen since junior high: the unibrow. I had completely forgotten all about this ancient rival, and there she was, just staring me down through the mirror, laughing because I couldn’t destroy her the way I normally do. She still had one more week to bask in her glory before I could smite her.
This sent me into a minor depression. Should I walk around looking like a female version of Collin Farrel for one more week or should I give up my claim to fame to destroy an old enemy?
Alas, the next morning I decided that a spot in history wasn’t worth public humiliation. I pulled out my tweezers and pulverized her the way I have done for so many years. One week left, and a few random hairs between my eyes were my downfall.
But I think I made the right decision. The lesson I learned through all of this is that some games are best left to the boys. It is humourous to see a whole bunch of them running around with half-grown beards, but who really wants to see a group of girls running around with unibrows? Or worse yet, sideburns, mustaches, and random chin hairs!
So girls, next time you decide to join the man’s world just be careful to weigh all of your options and look at the whole picture first, because you never know what hideous monster may show its little head!
Now you go...
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gross!