The Never-Ending Battle Against Body Hair
Ugh, a woman’s life is so filled with angst. Why do we even bother putting on our silky slips, ripping out our (grey?!) shag carpets, hauling them all the way down the staircases of our romantically dilapidated mansions, and dumping them out on our deserted lawns, when they’re just going to grow right back again? I’ll tell you why, because our wood floors are kind of cool-looking and also because letting someone point lasers at our gentles is scary shit.