I spent most of my life envying men. Whether it was my brothers, their friends, the men I worked with over the years, or my own husband and son. I envied their physical strength because, for many years, this wimp couldn’t lift or move hardly anything. I envied the sense of entitlement that they didn’t seem to realize they possessed while we women often had to pussyfoot around if we wanted to survive and succeed. I envied their freedom to do almost anything they wanted and be judged a lot less than women who wanted that same freedom. This I know from my personal experience of growing up with freedom-loving brothers and working with independent-minded men. I envied the fact that grown men could wear just about anything and get away with it. Where as women had to face the vocal and gossipy wrath of certain other women who are fashion dependent and criticize to hide their own insecurities.
My envy list is long. My jealousy runs deep. Not being a girly girl, I wanted to be as equal as possible without having to bulk up and grow a gut. But there is one thing that defines most men that I don’t what any part of. And I mean absolutely no part of. That thing is shaving. Last week I had to shave, and I don’t mean my legs or underarms. Although both of these areas likely needed a trim. Shaving is not something I do on a regular basis, especially in the cooler months. But I had to shave my chin. Actually my chin and above my lip.
You may be curious about the backstory for this razor event so here goes. Because of my damn crazy hormones, the ones that have toyed with me since I was a teenager, I have some pretty dark chin whiskers and mustache sprigs. For years I plucked the little buggers. Then for ten years prior to Covid, I had electrolysis treatments every six weeks. Then came two Covid-filled treatment-void years and every whisker and sprig returned in full glory. Looking for another option I decided to try laser removal treatments. Little did I know that you had to shave the treatment area before you receive laser treatment. This makes me wonder about people removing back hair and toe hair in order to have this treatment. Me, I just ignore the toe hair.
Anyway, shaving your chin and upper lip area is not easy. As a matter of fact it is tedious and fiddly. I can see the appeal of the lumberjack look. I can’t imagine choosing to shave every day. I like to plant a kiss on a clean-shaven husband as much as the next wife, but I now understand why he has stopped shaving as much in retirement as he did when he was working. For the past several years, he has been fuzzy more often than not. If these laser treatments don’t work, I will probably be fuzzy more often than not as well. How’s that for equality?
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