Where Did The Bush Go?
Female Pubic Hair Nostalgia
Recently, I came across an adult film from the 1970s. I was amazed at the difference between it and modern porn. Some things don’t change much (cheap sets, preposterously thin plots, atrocious acting), but comparing the people was like looking at two different species. Then, everyone had hair, everywhere, and the sex was by far the most genuine part of the whole show. The couples smiled at each other and made silly noises while copulating.
It all seemed so real. And the bush was real, too, something soft and womanly at that gloried apex.
I find today’s ‘landing’ strip and its cousins to be unappealing in their precision, almost compulsive, they seem, and how prickly they must be!
Seeing a full Brazilian makes me sad. It always looks like something is missing.
But how did the bush become endangered in the first place?
Where did it spring from, this idea that pubic hair must be trimmed, mown into a careful triangle, and temporarily or permanently removed altogether?
My personal guess is that the popularity of the non-curly, non-bushy bush came from 21st-century porn.
Even though not all women watch pornography, or take fashion and grooming ideas from it trends tend to filter out into the broader culture.
It’s long been my suspicion that we can thank porn for the popularity of French tip nails since the 1990s.
Similarly, the landing-strip version of the bush was once available for our gaze in adult entertainment only.
Now, one seems less than groomed unless she has reduced her pubic hair to a patch of bristles or, sadly, to a tangle on a used wax strip.
This is bad for us. Before the advent of central heating, pubic hair was necessary for warmth. Today, its removal may cause all sorts of problems, including the proliferation of lovely modern pathogens like staphylococcus and MRSA.
Even if these side effects are less likely, hair down there tends to cushion against friction, both everyday and…more festive, in clothes and out of them.
Beyond scientific aspects, I’ve always felt expending time and money to remove pubic hair on a regular basis presumes that there’s something wrong with us, with our natural state. Something that we must correct with sharp or searing implements.
I have a good friend who tried a Brazilian once. Her feelings were mixed. She liked the sensation of being totally bare, in a way of which she was slightly ashamed, but she also felt creepily young when she looked in the mirror.
I admired her for trying something new, but no one could ever pay me enough to do the same.
Of course, every individual woman can make any decision about her body that she desires, as far as I’m concerned.
But I object to the notion that bush is unsightly, that it should be torn out at the root if its owners are to be thought attractive.
I object to pubic hair removal because it’s another reach into women’s pockets by the beauty industrial complex. It’s painful and medically questionable, turning us into pubescent adults.
Removing body hair deprives us of the opportunity to be our messy, gross, interesting, whole selves. But I also object because I just can’t do it. Am I the only one? Women unite!.
Bring back the bush!