... where the buffalo roam...?
Jul. 6th, 2012 03:28 pmI showered twice within three hours.
That's what I get for actually leaving the house in July between the hours on noon and two pm.
There is a long summer ahead, as ever. I wonder if the mind forgets these things in order to protect us from the trauma that is June to October in this stinking country.
Regardless, I went out to keep my mother company at the mall, an open mall, so there was no air conditioning except inside the shops, which were pleasant respites.
I am, as ever, always a bit aware of what it means to be hairy in public.
I've been wearing tank tops almost exclusively for the past month, it's either that or expiring, but I have hairy underarms, so the first time I went to work in a tank top (we're very casual in our dress at the office, people come in flip flops, I draw the line at that, also they hurt my toes. Sandals though, haven't worn shoes in a while as well) I was a little apprehensive.
I mean, it's not like I thought someone would say anything, that's a very big faux pas no matter how you look at it, but you start wondering what other people are thinking.
Until you don't.
It becomes easy to just head out in a loose tank top and just feel the breeze under your arms.
My mother though, well, I love her little suggestions.
"Don't you think you'd be cooler if you shaved your armpits and legs."
"I'll consider it, if you suggest the same to dad and my brother."
"They're not girls!"
*sigh*
The whole trying to "shame" me into shaving again is a really odd tactic. I've done my unpacking, at first it was an experiment to see if I had the nerve now it's just the way I am. Wearing shorts that show my hairy shins, so what?! No one is actually going to say anything and even if they did, it's their problem.
My bff bought me a dress a few months ago, but it was still too chilly to wear casually. Tomorrow we're going to the pool and I'll wear it over my bikini and it'll be so much fun to frolic in the water.
The decision to be hairy is not one I took lightly.
The fact that it was a decision at all kind of gives the game away.
That's what I get for actually leaving the house in July between the hours on noon and two pm.
There is a long summer ahead, as ever. I wonder if the mind forgets these things in order to protect us from the trauma that is June to October in this stinking country.
Regardless, I went out to keep my mother company at the mall, an open mall, so there was no air conditioning except inside the shops, which were pleasant respites.
I am, as ever, always a bit aware of what it means to be hairy in public.
I've been wearing tank tops almost exclusively for the past month, it's either that or expiring, but I have hairy underarms, so the first time I went to work in a tank top (we're very casual in our dress at the office, people come in flip flops, I draw the line at that, also they hurt my toes. Sandals though, haven't worn shoes in a while as well) I was a little apprehensive.
I mean, it's not like I thought someone would say anything, that's a very big faux pas no matter how you look at it, but you start wondering what other people are thinking.
Until you don't.
It becomes easy to just head out in a loose tank top and just feel the breeze under your arms.
My mother though, well, I love her little suggestions.
"Don't you think you'd be cooler if you shaved your armpits and legs."
"I'll consider it, if you suggest the same to dad and my brother."
"They're not girls!"
*sigh*
The whole trying to "shame" me into shaving again is a really odd tactic. I've done my unpacking, at first it was an experiment to see if I had the nerve now it's just the way I am. Wearing shorts that show my hairy shins, so what?! No one is actually going to say anything and even if they did, it's their problem.
My bff bought me a dress a few months ago, but it was still too chilly to wear casually. Tomorrow we're going to the pool and I'll wear it over my bikini and it'll be so much fun to frolic in the water.
The decision to be hairy is not one I took lightly.
The fact that it was a decision at all kind of gives the game away.