A while back I posted a few thoughts on what apparently is a contemporary urge to manscape male body hair (see). Two things have recently reminded me of our civilization’s strange responses to common body hair.
First, I was sharing a few moments of intimacy with a lovely young woman who was balder than my three year old niece, showing all her naughty bits without even a hint of hirsute camouflage. I’m not sure I even liked this modern look but I expect it’s more hygienic. When asked, my friend indicated she would never stop shaving closely … never-ever. Being the introspective type, I began to think back to those days of yesteryear when pubic hair was a badge of maturity. Men and women, or more accurately, boys and girls, couldn’t wait until the first signs of furry decoration began to adorn their precious genitals.
I remember when I was a kid the naughty nudist magazines were forced to shave or otherwise airbrush pubic hair before the photos could be printed and slipped under the pile of Saturday Evening Post magazines in the back of the candy store. Shaved was fake and substandard as far as nudie pictures were concerned. Later, when the hippie revolution exploded and we all began to affect the alternate life-style of diggers and merry pranksters, self-respecting women were proud of their untrimmed body hair, kept warm and inviting under a flowing squaw skirt and trickling down unshaved legs or popping out of untrimmed armpits. I remember going to the beach with a college friend and noticing how lush she appeared in her one-piece bathing suit … I guess this was before the invention of the bikini wax. Real women had pubic hair and often flaunted it.
Of course my beach date could have been wearing the most revealing European bathing costume but she still had to wear one of those stupid white-rubber bathing caps with the pastel flowers and endearing chin-strap. The fear of clogging the drain at Santa Monica Beach made it vital that women wear such alluring headgear.
I also remember there being some controversy in the men’s magazines in the mid=seventies. I believe it was considered acceptable to show pubic hair, but until Hustler Magazine came along, the commercial press was restricted in showing what was then termed “pink.” Nowadays those controversies between such as between Playboy and Hustler seem so quaint and silly. Today it’s a Peter Pan ride .. all the way to Never-Never Land.
I wonder what Rick Santorum’s opinion is concerning body hair, especially where only married people should be allowed to see it? Or does his wife even allow him to see it?