You Want to Park that Where?

It’s that time of year again. Who knew it would come round so quickly? I, personally, was hoping it wouldn’t, but it seems impossible to avoid. It’s body mutilation or, pull-your-hair-out-with-hot-wax, month. Yes ladies the 2008/2009 season has finally arrived. You should be sucking up those painful thoughts and paying a visit to your nearest friendly wax-wielding beautician.

The time has come to get rid of that, no longer socially acceptable, 70’s-style porn star tarantula. Yes I’m sad to say that bigger is only better when it applies to HIM. When it applies to HER, well, then we have a whole different set of rules. We, as modern women, are required to ensure that ours is maintained with German precision.

I’m sure this is what our Feminist foremothers fought for. Now we’re allowed to vote and have an opinion provided our lawn is manicured or, in true Hollywood style, non-existent! That prepubescent, look everyone I’m 12, hairless look is apparently on the increase. Hey if you’re into looking plucked go for it.

I think it’s the inequality of it all that upsets me. Female nether-region side burns are not on when it comes to good underwear, costume or naked etiquette. While when it comes to men it doesn’t matter. A guy can squeeze himself into budgie smugglers [Speedo], have hair spilling out of every orifice, a stomach they can rest their beers on and still manage to believe they’re entitled to park their plane on a well-maintained landing strip.