So, I was in the shower just now and I thought about shaving legs. Not in the sense that I should really shave my legs (although I’m sure some people would think I kinda should…, that’s beside the point), but in the philosophical sense. Why do people shave their legs? Hell, why do I shave my legs?
I came to the conclusion that I shave my legs for one reason: my boyfriend.
Now before all the feminazis jump up and come to early conclusions, shouting ‘That’s oppressive!’ Hold your horses, shut up and read on.
It’s not oppressive at all, and I’ll tell you why. I shave my legs for my boyfriend, but I don’t do it because he asks me to or because he expects me to. He doesn’t. Whenever I shave my legs (which really isn’t very regularly, to be fair) I do it because I choose to do it for him. I make that decision and I do believe he likes it, but he will never ask it of me or expect it of me.
I think that is what feminism is, what freedom is: that choice. The choice to do something that may please someone, but only because you want to do that. If I choose to shave my legs every week, that’s fine. If I choose to do it only once every few months, or hell once a year, that’s fine too.
proof that men will lay down their lives to save a woman, or should she of just saved herself and not be a weak ‘damsel in distress’’ as anita sarkeesian puts it. come on ? if women are ‘’equally strong as a man, why dont she just fight back ?