Last week, it finally stopped drizzling in Paris.
I felt like a mole person.
When in Paris, you know?
Deanna Pai
I didn’t even remember that I had over a week’s worth of fuzz on my legs.
As a freelance writer, I can work wherever I have a decent Internet connection.
(So, my parents' house, no, but most of Europe, yes.)
Deanna Pai
I keep going back to Paris.
It’s perfect for a work-cation.
At first, I was hyper-aware of it.
I’m half Italian, so my body hair is dark and hard to miss.
I crossed my legs, read my book, and finished my wine.
As I stood up to leave, two guys sitting next to me eyeballed my legs.
“Au revoir, madame,” one said.
Neither of them seemed grossed out.
Actually,Iwas a little grossed out.
As I walked away, I realized they hadn’t been inspecting my leg hair.
They were just staring at my legs.
Still gross, to be sure, but there’s a difference.
We had a sunny streak for a few days.
It seems par for the course here.
You want to shave?
Go ahead, shave.
You don’t want to shave?
For me, it’s partly logistical.
And, also, I don’t care.
No one else seems to.
“I think it’s just nature,” said Naomi, a friend of a friend.
She was born and raised here.
“In France, people care about being naturalbut of course, it depends on the person.”
This tended to be the general opinion among the women I asked.
So I thought, “Mehwhen in Paris!”
Here’s what the French donotcare about: Blowing secondhand smoke in your face.
Mice (a story for another day).
The leg hair of the person sitting next to them.
I love not having to think about my body hair and the state of my legs.
Why should I shave?
Why do any of us have to shave?
Why is hair okay in certain spots and not others?
Hair from your scalpgrow it long and shiny!
Hair on your toesew, hobbit feet.
I wish I could stay all summer.
Or anywhere in the U.S., really.
Remember the sh-tstormthis photo of Leonardo DiCaprio’s mother’s unshaven underarmsprovoked?
And the woman gave birth to a national treasure!
Body hair kills no one.
Originally Written By Deanna Pai,Glamour.
