Women will endure a lot of torture in order to look like what we think men want. We pluck ourselves nearly hairless (yes, even *there*), we wear dreadfully uncomfortable clothes, and we buy stuff called camouflage makeup. Invariably, however, you open the door and the guy is standing there in jeans, a semi-wrinkled shirt and a leer that says “I’m not wearing boxers.”
How did we get ourselves into this position? We did it to ourselves. We bought into this media image that we have to look like a pornstar in order to attract a mate. I’m not saying that we should give up bathing and embrace a new hirsute vegan lifestyle, but we should certainly attempt to cultivate a sustainable sense of personal style that can be maintained.
So toss out those girl magazines that try to dictate everything from your hairstyle to your underwear. Be the best that you can be but make sure it’s you deciding what that is. And if you meet a guy who thinks the length of your pubic hair should be a deciding factor in the relationship – go find a better class of men, they are out there.