Before we get started, I just want to say, TODD...please keep your fun, snarky comments (oh, and there will be plenty) to yourself until you read the end! Thank you!
I am a student of history and somewhere deep in the recesses of my schooling I recall being taught about the Line of Demarcation. Click here to read up on this bit of history! The thumbnail is that when Christopher Columbus came back from his Spanish funded voyage to the New World, he stopped first in Portugal, and got the Portugese King all riled up about the fact that he was getting hosed by the Spanish because the previous treaty for domination of the whole undiscovered planet didn't give him enough
|It looks like a map of the world.|
But is it really a map of my leg hair?
I bring this up because I've been noticing something interesting...and fairly weird...going on with my leg hair. See, it's getting to be that time of year again when middle aged women in the northern reaches of the US stop shaving their legs because, well, hey, we're wearing pants to work and sweats to bed anyway, what's the point? Except for that rare weekend at a waterpark someplace, it's gonna be furry below the knee until Ground Hog's day.
Now, that might see terrible, but keep in mind that I have a skin condition that makes shaving my legs sort of a painful experience, and so really not worth the burning and itching and overall annoyance. So for the last couple years, since I developed the skin issues, I really don't pay too much attention to my leg hair from October until Christmas, when I'm forced to wear a skirt to church, and then again until the first thaw.
This year I noticed something really, really, really weird.
I was only growing hair on half my legs.
And it wasn't the half I thought it would be.
I can't speak for most women, but shaving our legs is time consuming, and really, if you think about it, stupid. If you have the courage to be hairy for a couple years, your body figures it out and no longer goes into a hair producing panic every time you shave. Given enough time, a woman can stop growing leg hair.
The outside of both my legs proves that point. I do not, really, grow leg hair on the OUTSIDE of my legs...not at all.
Below the knee, on the inside of my legs, however, is an entirely different story...and I'm starting to wonder if there's something going on I don't know about.
On my inner calf, on both sides, I can, and do, produce some pretty impressive leg hair. Now, it doesn't grow in the way it did when I was in my teens, where I have a week of stiff, black stubble, and then it gets longer. No, I go from no hair to half an inch of softer, albeit, dark hair pretty much over night, about two weeks after my last "hack and slash" session. (Back in college when none of us had any money, we used our single blade Daisy razors until they fell apart...those last few shaves were
I thought I was imagining things when I noticed this a few weeks back, so I did what any blogger who likes to mock herself would do...I shaved my legs, and then I watched. And sure enough, my legs stayed hair free for several days and then BAM, the inside of my legs were coated with long, flowing locks of hair. (That's the romance author in me coming out...)
Now don't get me wrong. I like that I don't need to ever think about shaving the outside of my legs. But, am I the only one...I can't possibly be the only one this happens to...can I?
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