It’s Time For You To Finally Embrace Your Pubes

Anytime I get a bikini wax, I prepare myself for a half hour long roast session from my waxer. By anytime, I mean the, like, two times a year I bother, which in of itself is enough to put the woman who does my waxes in tsk tsk mode. You see, I really don’t bother to do much of anything with my pubes for 80 percent of the year. I’d go as far as to say its a bit of a jungle down there most of the time, and somehow, someway, I’ve managed to live a pretty good life. In short, I’m very pro-pubes, and I want you to be too.

I wasn’t always like this. I was never the type who needed to be totally hairless down there to feel comfortable, but I definitely shaved my bits a lot more when I was a teenager than I do now. As someone who was pretty naturally hairy in the first place, my pubic hair felt like yet another thing about my body to be a little icked out by. Hairy legs, hair arms, hairy pits, hairy stomach, and a hairy vag too? Puberty, what a curse! So I tended to my bikini line (and everything else) pretty consistently, which would have been fine if this act wasn’t attached with so much self consciousness and disgust at my body. Even when I shaved I would wear board shorts with my bathing suits, because God forbid if anyone saw a bit of stubble near my cooch at the pool!

But times change. I can’t remember the last time I bothered shaving down there, and the last time I got a wax was nearly a year ago. My shift in views about my pubic hair wasn’t necessarily political or even feminist. Whenever I mention my pro-pubes position on social media or IRL, there’s always someone who concurs, adding, “Yeah, I mean, who wants to look like a little kid down there? Creepy!” I get that point of view, I really do, especially given the absence of pubic hair on women in mainstream porn. But my aversion to hairlessness down there isn’t some commentary about the porn industry or some suspicion that anyone who likes a hairless vag is a child sex predator deep down. It’s not an eff you to the patriarchy or an ultra granola take on life either. No, my reason for being pro-pubes is probably really unsatisfying to many: I’m lazy, I grew up, and I started giving less of a damn.

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Frankly, I don’t want to spend $50+ every month for a woman to cover my vag in hot wax while talking to me about the weather and asking me if I want to get my upper lip waxed while I’m there. I’d rather spend that money on food or clothes. Anyone who has ever hacked at their mons pubis with a razor knows how hellish razor bumps can be. I’ve had to learn this the hard way for years, and I really don’t have time or patience to deal with a bunch of itchy, irritated ingrown hairs. So I figure, hey, if I’m going to be rocking pubes more often than not, I might as well embrace ’em.

I’m not totally sealed off from societal pressures of femininity by any stretch of the imagination. Sure, I’ll go months without shaving my legs in the wintertime, and I’m a little more comfortable with my leg hairs showing than I was as a teen or in college. But when summer rolls around, I’m shaving my legs like everyone else. Same goes for the pubes: I want to make sure my bush isn’t on display for all to see at the pool party or the beach day, so I’ll get a wax out of the way and keep it movin’. But I never, ever get all the hair removed. Instead, I go for a Brazilian with a little left on top. Why? Well, I just think there’s something kind of endearing about pubes! Come on, you couldn’t have possibly have seen that half-naked photo Amber Rose posted of herself and not have thought that her pubes low key look good, right?

Admit it, her pubes look great! That aesthetic is working, and it’s an aesthetic that has worked for ages. In many cultures, going totally hairless down there was a pretty unheard of until recently. Have you ever looked at vintage photos from Playboy? Sure, they were trimmed up, but there it was still pubes galore. This was especially en vogue among some folks in the ’70s, which is why I affectionately refer to women with a lot of pubes as rocking a ’70s bush.

I think it’s a shame that so many young women have been socialized to see their pubes as unsightly and unfeminine. It’s not their fault, they didn’t stand a chance. We need to put the onus on a culture that convinces us of these untruths. Still, at some point we need to own up to being somewhat in perpetuating these untruths on ourselves and others to maintain a societal standard, to find safety in conformity. It’s great to see more acceptance of bodies in their natural state on social media, but it still wasn’t that long ago that Instagram suspended artist Petra Collins’ Instagram account because she posted a photo with underwear and visible pubes. If people aren’t clutching their pearls about pubes, they’re treating them as the butt of jokes in movies and TV shows. Scary Movie alone had a couple of memorable ones:

Scary Movie

Scary Movie

 

Scary Movie

Scary Movie

If you ask me, pubes only provide universal comic relief if one gets stuck in someone’s teeth during oral. Otherwise, a woman with a big ol’ bush isn’t what I call top shelf comedy. And let’s not forget that the response to Amber Rose’s pubes from many were so ridiculous that–beyond the run of the mill slut shaming–her detractors made me wonder if they’ve ever seen pubes before.

I personally think that pubes can look really beautiful and down to earth. Pubes can even be cute! There are so many ways to rock pubic hair, whether it’s wild or styled. There’s room to love a bush that expands beyond the confines of someone’s undies, and there’s room to love a bush that’s sleek and shaped into a damn lightning bolt (Harry Potter lives on, I guess). It’s just hair, and nothing about it is weird unless we actively make it weird. Does that mean I have to be comfortable with everyone seeing my pubes at the beach? No, I’m not there yet, and neither are a lot of people who enjoy having some hair down there. But can we at the very least start to feel more comfortable with our pubes in front of the damn mirror? Not to mention with romantic partners. Sure, there are a-holes out there who see a hairy vag as a deal breaker, but there are a lot less people like that than you think. A good partner won’t give a damn about the state of your pubic hair and will think you’re pretty effing killer regardless.

So if you’ve been really unmoved to go hairless, or if you prefer to have a little or a lot of pubic hair, you’re not a weirdo and you’re not alone. Don’t assume that you’re doing something wrong just because your friend gets a Hollywood wax every other week while you’ve never even had a simple bikini wax. Everybody has their own preferences for their pubes, and it’s cool if you’re pretty minimalist with yours! And if you’re on a journey to feel more comfortable with your pubes, know that it might take a while; just do whatever makes you feel badass with ’em. If badass consists of rocking lingerie and putting on a little makeup, do it, and see how kickass you look even with your pubes creeping out from the sides of your undies. No matter what, remember that your pubes are natural and no matter what they look like, they’re nothing to be ashamed of.

In conclusion…go pubes!

 

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