The Chore Begins!

Well that time of year has come again, another of the unfair practices condemned to women. Time to shave off the winter growth, and ready our legs for another long season of razor to skin. (Disclamer: not my leg, not my pedicure.)

I remember well, as a teen-ager, my mother telling me not to shave, after all, "Aunt Betty never did!" Yeah, like I envied her legs.
Remember this!? Oh ugg, the smell! The first time I used this was my last! I thought "Wow! Someone has invented something that takes the pain out of shaving! Well after I burnt my legs off with this skunk oil, I never choose this avenue of torture again. What was left but to cut my legs up with the little one blade razor I "Borrowed" from my father's shaving mug, after all I was doing this behind my mother's back. I'll never forget Dad using his razor the next day, cursing my mother for dulling the blade, and me hiding my little secret while shoving her under the bus. Poor Mom, she didn't have a clue, though I don't know how she missed the smell of Barbersall emanating from my skin. But there are times I wished I had heeded the warning, "you start and you can never stop. You'll have to shave your legs for the rest of your life and that's going to be a very long time". I choose to forgo the warning after being teased endlessly in school. It was worth it to overcome the humiliation, even though I walked through the halls looking like I took knives to my knees.

I guess it could have been worse, we could have had to use one of these! Thank God we have come some way in the battle of the unwanted hair. But please. How about some odor free, burn free Nair? Bring it on!