Housemate love!

[abilouise]

I just sort of failed at an experiment in trying to live up to unattainable standards of white American beauty (read: waxing my 'stache). Tomorrow: paying someone else to do it. But my housemate E. told me that one thing he loves about me is my ability to show the political-ness of *anything*, a characteristic he shares and has gotten crap from several ex-girlfriends for (and that I have gotten crap from at least one current husband for). We are both a pain to watch movies with. I totally ruin movies for myself and others by pointing out the lack of ANY female characters in Yellow Submarine. etc., etc. But I think that doing something painful to look more like a girl-child/hairless WASP is a pretty obvious political thing, after all, Hothead Paisan takes on the Spritch Aisle. But secretly, waxing it was sort of fun/satisfying. Hating something attached to my face every time I see it in the mirror takes a lot out of you after a while. And ripping it out from the roots is *way* more satisfying than bleaching it an unnatural piss-yellow. Now I want to go to one of those places where an anorexic-thin woman with an exotic accent who would faint if she saw my hairy legs does it brusqely!

The point here is that it takes a lot more energy and probably money too to transform society or at least my own view of it so that I DIDN'T hate the way my 'stache looks than to do this. And there are bigger feminist battles to fight anyway. Identity politics is so 90s, right? I get sick of being a such a damn purist after a while.