No More Bush! (Who says feminists aren’t funny?)

Over drinks and dinner to celebrate a friend’s birthday last night with my fabulous grad student/scientist/alpha female cohort, out of post-holiday stories, new year’s resolutions, and current events discussion came a spectacularly funny and personal idea for celebrating the outgoing administration: we are going to shave/wax away the bush to mark the historical occasion of No More Bush. 

Now this is a group of women who don’t generally put fashion, glamour, or grooming trends at the top of the to-do list as we are all a bit on the alternative/hippie/nerd/free-thinker/bleeding heart liberal side of the continuum and like to stay busy protesting in the street, fighting the patriarchy, curing cancer, and saving the world.  We completely missed the Brazilian craze, but No More Bush seemed to make sense as well as make us (and probably a table or two near us) laugh hysterically.  It’s a purely silly gesture that smacks of our collective inappropriate sense of humor and it’s completely private and personal (no one will know but us and maybe our partners…who may or may not be thrilled) and also symbolic of our ability to make our own decisions, whether serious or silly, about our parts and also celebrate the merciful end of an era that tried to change that.

I’ve haven’t been "bare" down there since before puberty (and that one time in junior high when I did some emergency shaving because of a crappy unlined bathing suit that just about killed me via embarassment at summer camp), but I figure just this once, why the hell not? 

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