Journey through the manosphere and red pill philosophy

In a group, in a pub having a few beers.  As you do, pubic hair comes into the discussion.  It is a surprisingly emotive discussion.

Most people said they did some form of public hair grooming, just to keep things neat and tidy.  The emotion comes from the opposite ends of the camp, kicked off by the woman who did none.  Au naturale, wouldn’t even dream of removing any hair and was quite proud of the fact.  Which is fine, to each their own.  My partner and I don’t really care what the other does as long as it means that we are not spitting hair out when, you know.

A couple of women came in at the other end of the spectrum.  No hair at all.  Fully waxed and were in fact, costing up permanent hair removal treatments.  They both did a lot of sport, swimming in particular, and were fed up about regrowth, stubble, anything poking through, or out.  They just wanted to get changed, get in the pool, do their drills and get out again without having to think about it.

Au Naturale took great exception to the desire for baldness.  Couldn’t understand why anyone would want to look like “little girls”, it was creepy and they should look like “real” women.  A male in the group who is heavily into bodybuilding must have been feeling particularly brave because he piped up that he was bald down their too.  Au naturale flipped out, thought he was disgusting and that his parts must look like a little boys.  She stormed off shortly after.

So who cares?  Unless you are wearing sheer clothing, walking around nude or are telling everyone, only you or your partner would generally ever know.  Surely its up to the individual what is aesthetically pleasing for them.  Or maybe practical issues, like sport, take precedence.