Feminine Hygiene

I hate shaving my legs.
I really do. Actually, to be honest I only hate it after I haven’t shaved in awhile. That’s because I just used four razors and I still didn’t get my legs completely de-furred! Urgh!!!
But you ask, why keep it up then? Well, like I said I don’t always hate it. At certain times of the month I find it enjoyable because it’s one more facet of femininity. Yes, I am a feminist, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be feminine sometimes, particularly when Auntie Rose is visiting. It’s because when I’m being tailed by Auntie Rose I’m more than aware of the fact that I am a woman. I’ve got the power to bring life into the world and to nurture that life. I have a very strong maternal instinct, so I love that fact. I always feel like celebrating when most women feel cramped up and bloated.
Of course, according to Kristen this just means that I will have horrible labor because I don’t cramp. But then again for some reason I usually cramp up about a week or so before my period so maybe it won’t be so bad.
And, on a completely unrelated note, if Heath Ledger doesn’t win an Oscar for his performance in The Dark Knight, I will go Academy hunting. Every time I watch it, I am just broadsided anew by him. I have to sit there and remind myself that the Joker is Heath Ledger. In the movie, he is just the Joker, no one else. I can’t see any of Heath’s past roles in him. I can still see Morgan Freeman as Azim from Robin Hood and Gary Oldman as Dracula, but for the life of me I can’t reconcile the Joker and William Thatcher. If that isn’t the mark of a great actor, I don’t know what is.