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September 10, 2002
Winter Hair
So the Labor day weekend was pretty dreary weather-wise. Rain, rain, rain and I had company (which I will discuss later). We had a stretch of heat in August that was pretty intense followed by a few days of chill and rain. I think it was the first time in my life I found myself mourning the passage of summer. Autumn has always been my favorite season. The energy in the air is palpable in October. But this summer I really enjoyed the city in a variety of ways and I found myself loathe to give that up. The parks, the free concerts, the movies in the park- there is always something really cool happening no matter how hot the pavement gets. As I was walking through the streets those August days, chilled to the bone as I had yet to realize how the coolness of the temperature would affect my wardrobe, I dispassionately thought, "well, I don't have to shave my legs until springtime". It was a shallow consolation. I remembered one of my favorite priests (who is no longer a priest) who used to grow a beard starting the first day of Advent and would shave it come Easter. Thus the idea of "Winter Hair". The truth is women have followed the "winter hair" philosophy ever since they came out with the Lady Bic. Shaving is a huge pain especially when nobody can see or feel the smoothness of those finely shaved gams beneath dark tights and wool pants. The irony is that the girls who have those steady guys are the ones most prone to follow the Winter Hair philosophy. The single girls really have to keep up appearance as they are still in the "marketing phase" of any relationship. I'll bet once the "I dos" are said it won't take my sis long to "forget" to shave in the winter. Even money says she waits until after the honeymoon. We'll see.
I suppose if you're a guy the Winter Hair philosophy makes alot of sense especially up this way. Those beards must keep a guy warm during those cold winter walks. I suppose the same thing could be said for long-haired women but there are so many cool scarves and accoutrements for chilly female necks that it really doesn't matter how short or long one's hair is.
Alas, I did have to shave my legs. I am a single girl in her "frivolous Fall season" and I had a date last weekend. (The smoothness of my calves were a sensation to behold and don't think my labor didn't go unnoticed.) The weather became sunny and warm again and so I will have to wait to retire my dual action razor for a few more weeks at least. Who am I kidding? I'd spend a few extra minutes in the shower for a hot date or a beautiful shorts-wearing day in the park during any season.
Posted by mermu at September 10, 2002 01:32 AM
Comments
Fashion exists for women with no taste, etiquette for people with no breeding.
Posted by: Baer David at January 25, 2004 07:07 PM
Try getting pregnant--when you literally can't bend over to reach your legs with a razor, much less actually see where you are putting the razor on your legs, that's the best excuse ever. You can usually get some good foot rubs out of the deal too.
Posted by: Elizabeth at September 11, 2002 06:54 PM
Who needs emery or pumice when Jfer's available? Yeah, I can't think of anything sexier than the feeling of 60-grit sandpaper next to my skin... :-)
Posted by: Stepan at September 10, 2002 10:26 AM
I guess I should add a note here before my loving fiance does....I never "forget" to shave my legs, I just don't do it sometimes. And that's not necessarily dependent on the season! Stepan thinks stubble is sexy. Right, babe?...uh, babe?
Posted by: Jfer at September 10, 2002 09:35 AM
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