I used to give one of my ol’ buddies a hard time when his mom would Nair his back in high school.
Perhaps it’s what they call poetic justice, but I’ve grown progressively hirstute over the years.
Since finally breaking down and going to the table for my first back waxing experience last year, I’ve had to face tough questions. Namely, where do you STOP?
Unlike the naturally occurring tree line near the top of mountains, I think it looks pretty darned ridiculous to go from a woolly forest of body fur to the alpine tundra of bare skin.
No transition zone. No feathering/fading from one area to the next. Just a sharp line where the skin stops and hair starts.
To spite the fact that I have, in fact, become “one of those guys”, I’ve actually toyed with the idea of doing a full-body mohawk – one continuous loop of pelage from top to bottom. I seriously doubt I’ll ever go down that road, but it certainly paints an amusing picture in my mind.
At least now that I’ve become a regular at a local de-hairing establishment, it seems the hair that does grow back really is thinner and lighter that it used to be. And using balls of sugar, water and who-knows-what-else (instead of traditional wax), they’re able to give me a more natural looking ‘fade’ from back to shoulder.
If you want more information on the history of hair removal (and you know you do), you’re gonna love this.
While we’re on the subject of hair, is it just me, or have you ever noticed the correlation between bald guys and convertibles? On those rare occasions I see a guy with a full head of hair driving in the open air, I always snicker and think, “enjoy your hair while you got it, chump!” I plan on keeping my (head) hair as long as I can – I won’t even open the sunroof.