I was once at a performance
poetry night, everything had been going very well, drinks had been drank, poems
had been said, everyone was in a friendly supportive mood by the time the open
mic started. Then a very posh, floppy-haired young man took to the stage to
read a ‘comical’ poem about how he had once gone home with a girl, only to
discover that she hadn't shaved her legs, and that she could give no good
excuse as to why not, so he left in disgust at her hairy body.
Now, I don’t know how many
poetry nights you've been to, but the women there tend to be of the empowered
persuasion, and this particular poem went down like a glass of cold sick.
If you don’t like body hair,
that’s fine. Personally I’m not a big fan of hairy chests on men. But I would
never try to publicly shame someone for being hairy, nor would I expect another
person to groom themselves to my taste rather than theirs, and that’s really
what I'm talking about here.
