Let me come right out and say what everyone is thinking: that No Shave November is a sham. No Shave November started when Chicago-based Rebecca Hill came up with ways to raise money for cancer and also have fun while doing it. And apparently, not shaving was an obvious choice, as almost everyone spends a considerable amount of money on grooming. So the money saved was kept, instead, for charity.
What began with good intentions has now morphed into one giant excuse for embracing the cavemen in ourselves — not that I’m complaining. With men willingly growing beards, there’s only more eye-candy for us. For who doesn't like a brooding, intellectual, bearded-type? It’s actually a win-win for us women, especially those who don’t really go the extra mile to pull out even the smallest of body hair. If you’re a woman reading this, I doff my imaginary hat to you. You, I, and many other women on the planet have some painful stories to share about our tryst with plucking out eyebrows or grass-like patches of arm hair, or that vague caterpillar-like upper lip fuzz. No Shave November is meant for us; let us raise our hairy hands to it.
If you’re a man reading this, No Shave November is meant for us ladies as well. Before you rant about male privilege, and scrunch up your face in disgust at the thought of body hair growing on us dainty beings, here’s a gentle reminder that the whole movement was first meant for cancer awareness. We’d also like to go au naturel at some point of time without being judged.
If you’re a woman with reservations about other women who don’t shave, shame on you. Because there is a reason why pants were invented. Or make up. And an opinion.