i do have something to say.
here’s what i don’t get about us: we pluck and we shave. religiously. fanatically. we wax. tweeze. exfoliate. we diet and tan and exercise and accessorize and obsess about our hair and makeup and clothes and shoes. pedicures. manicures. perms. straighteners. colors. bleaches. botox. plastic surgery. boob jobs. ass jobs. nose jobs.
i’m sure there’s a million billion i’m not even thinking of.
and this is a guy: “meh. here i am. take me or leave me.” — this after his third day of not shaving. putting on his cleanest dirty shirt. wearing his comfiest jeans. the ones that show he has no butt. or taste. his idea of combing his hair is running his hands through it. twice if it’s a special occasion.
and we’re all like, “ok! i’ll take you! you have two heads? no problem! six chins? that’s alright! want some more gravy on that big mac?” — because, of course, we women all know the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.
they don’t give a shit. and if they do then we call them “metrosexuals” and we don’t want them because they’re more feminine than we are and we want a real man and who wants to share the mirror in the morning with someone who’s going to look better than you when it’s all said and done? the competition is fierce enough as it is.
wtf? and don’t give me that tired old line about how we do that to ourselves and men don’t want that and we’re our own worst enemies. because the reason women do all that is because it’s what sells and bla dee blah and blu dee bloo. cause you show a guy a girl in a sweatsuit with her hair up in a ponytail, no makeup, no tan, natural tits and nose and then show him some barbie doll done up with all the fixins and then tell me what. cause, come on.
this all occurred to me this morning. cause i fell in the shower while shaving and i had conditioner in still cause it’s special conditioner that i leave in my hair while i do everything else cause i have naturally curly hair and it takes special conditioner to make it extra springy and shiny and healthy and so the conditioner has to sit for five to ten minutes after shampooing with the special curly hair shampoo that matches, and naturally when falling while shaving because women aren’t meant to bend that way, the special conditioner dripped in my eyes and blinded me and i was afraid of falling on the razor and cutting a major artery and bleeding to death in the shower with conditioner in my hair and i thought, i’m not even sure where a major artery is right now but i’ll try to fall in such a way as to avoid hitting one even though i’m not sure where the razor is below me and really this is stupid because it’s not like i’m shaving with a straight razor, that would be stupid, but still, if i die of a massive head wound or, if by some freak accident i do cut a major artery and bleed to death in the shower, at least i’ll have really healthy, shiny and springy curls when they find me — all this i was thinking as i was going down . and i can pretty much guarantee no man ever fell in the shower while shaving. ever.
so. you see? that’s what i don’t get about us.
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One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire




















I have fallen in the shower whilst shaving a girl however…
I’m a guy. I used to race bicycles (road racing) so I shaved my legs. One time I slipped and whanged my elbow on the wall-tile soap dish. I could barely use that arm for a week and the slip itself scared the hell out of me. After that I went out and got one of those old-people’s “bath chairs” and used that for shaving.
Off topic but non-racers always want to know: why shave? Two reasons: 1, after you slide your hairy legs across pavement at 20 mph, the bandages stick to the hair on the remaining uninjured hide and 2, a leg massage—even self-massage—is an important training tool after a ride, and it is ‘way easier and more comfortable on smooth legs than hairy ones.
I am very grateful to all you women who shave your legs. I appreciate it and like it a lot and enjoy it especially but not only when I get to draw my hand across your cool smooth leg-flesh oh yes, thank you very very much.
I slipped in the bath once, the washing machine had broken down and I was ‘treading’ it. … I think we do it all to keep up with the other women.
hell, i fell in the shower a couple weeks ago, just washing my face. turned around and slipped–had to grab the bar to keep from flying out and hitting the toilet.
trouble: falling in love doesn’t count, you ole’ romantic, you.
a7: you’re quite welcome. it’s the least we can do for all the trouble you guys go through. you know, uh, registering for selective service. that one time. when you turn eighteen. that was nice of you. good luck with the races!
anji: you’re right. we do. we’re gluttons for our own punishment. masochists, the lot of us!
mcmeanie: that’s why you shouldn’t drink and bathe, sweetie. : /