My Seussical Life for 2005 October 10

I absolutely despise shaving my legs, and for many reasons. Why should I bow to some arbitrary construct of "femininity" that costs me time and hassle? Every once-in-a-while I rally my confidence and decide to "quit" shaving. After all, I do live in a town with a strong hippie representation. But I never was one to feel comfortable thumbing my nose at society; I care too much about not sticking out. Nevertheless. . .

I'm in one of my "I'm not shaving" phases right now. I've got about six weeks of growth going on. Today I was with Atticus during physical therapy, sitting beside him (with Sasquatch ankles exposed), while Kyu, our P.T., worked on Atticus' leg. Atticus was describing the pumpkin he had selected from the pumpkin patch earlier in the day when Kyu asked, "Are you going to shave, uh, I mean carve your pumpkin tonight?" *Kyu blushes, avoids eye contact*

Maybe I will shave again after all.