I am always wondering about firsts. I don’t know if everyone is wired that way, or not. But for me…. well… darn it…… I have to think about it.
Oh…. I don’t know…. like…..
Okay. Like, who decided to eat the first brussel sprout? Now that must have been something. Or who was the first person to skip a rock? I try to put myself in that person’s place, and figure out how the course of events must have transpired. Sometimes, it is quite a perplexing consideration.
Yes. But lately, I have really been wondering about this next one.
Who was the first woman who decided to shave? And what? And of course, why?
For centuries upon centuries, women had hairy legs, and hairy arm pits. Just like their male counter parts in the species. Hair grows on our bodies. All over the place, albeit some people more than others. Some places more than others too.
So. I have to question. What woman, where, and when…. woke up one day… and said to herself…. I think today would be a great day….. to take that knife over there, and shave the hair from the fronts of my lower legs.
What prompted her? And how did it progress to other things… other areas? Dang.
Oh heck… let us call her Eunice… for the sake of conversation….
Let us say that maybe Eunice is at a dinner party somewhere… and she turns and says to Myrtle…. “You know, I have been scraping the fuzzy hair from my legs with a knife… just because.” And Myrtle replies… “Well how about THAT! I have been doing the same thing with my arm pits.” And wouldn’t you know it? They became fast friends.
They started a knife company called Schick. It is Chicks… with the S at the wrong end.
…. …….. …….. oh …. they mysteries of the universe, I’ll tell you.
Now me. I shave daily. Because I follow the Way of Eunice and Myrtle and the Schicks.
But seriously. I think we all may have been just fine without it.
I mean. Holy Schick.
Shave and a Hair Cut. Twooooooooooo Bits.
“The difficulty lies not so much in developing new ideas as in escaping from old ones.” – John Maynard Keynes
Do you really want to know? It was about sex and money…..it’s been happening for hundreds of years. Courtesans wanting to seem young (still hairless) and virginal (unused) to their (well) paying (stupid male) clientele. The ultimate expression of female beauty. Does the painting of Venice rising from the sea have ANY bodily hair? NOOOOOO !!!! Some male probably suggested it.