Anyway, it reminded me of a class I took awhile ago from a lady hippie. Some people seem to really hate hippies, but I don't mind them. They keep a dolphin company. They eat salad for breakfast. And most importantly, they've got tofu the size of Texas.
But this hippie was different. This lady hippie had armpits full of hair. This didn't disgust me, necessarily. I was moreso bothered by her lack of originality. I mean, it's 2008! You are not Erykah Badu! Can't we think of a better way, as ladies, to subvert the dominant paradigm? Can't we be more clever in the ways in which we cast off the oppression of this patriarchal society? Broads: Surely there is a bigger world out there than our mammalian right to grow hair under our arms.
It's kind of like a lady keeping her maiden name after she gets married. I think it's a grand plan, but it just doesn't pack the same punch as it did 20 years ago. I recently read this book called I Was Told There'd Be Cake by Sloane Crosley. She wrote an essay about a friend of hers who, when she got married, changed her last name to "Universe" instead of taking her husband's name. Now that's commitment, friends.
In closing, hippie, I suggest you get creative with your feminism. Why not ask your boyfriend to shave off all of his body hair? What about doubling up on the shoulder pads in your power suit? Wait! What if...you made one dollar for every dollar a man made in the workplace? Holy shit. Did the back of your tiny head just explode??