If it were up to me, the only place I'd have hair on my body is on my head and my eyebrows. The rest could just disappear forever, never to be seen again. Unfortunately that's not the case and I, like many women, spend countless hours shaving, waxing, plucking and enduring ridiculous amounts of pain, removing unwanted hair.
Body hair doesn't have a gender. It's just hair that grows from your body and twisting it to mean otherwise is just yet another way for society to control women and profit off the double standards that have been forced upon them. So if you spot me on the subway with my ripped jeans and leg hair, just remember: it's just hair, it's not going to bite you.
Why am I doing this? Because everyone else is doing it. Because I've been told that "keeping it real" is considered grotesque. Because when my hippy, pregnant friend walked naked into the living room and I saw her huge bush enter the room before I saw her belly, I thought, "How could her partner navigate through all that?"