Check out these pictures of Mo’Nique from the Golden Globes red carpet.
From NY Daily News
I started begging my mom to let me shave my legs around sixth grade. She was firmly against it for a year until I wore her down. I’m fairly sure this is common among Indian mothers: many don’t wear outfits that show their legs and doing so is considered immodest. Though I was always allowed to wear shorts and short skirts, shaving my legs would mean I was specifically showing them off. A taboo as far as my mom was concerned.
As I got older, I began to resent the constant shaving. Having dark skin meant my legs were covered in black dots even immediately after shaving. I tried different kinds of razors and Nair but my sensitive skin was still razor-bumped and itchy. I also resented the double standard: men with hairy legs were sexy and testorone-filled but women were beasts?
I rarely shave in the winter but have yet to expose my hairy legs in the summertime. Maybe I will venture there this summer? Thanks, Mo’Nique for showing off your beautiful legs – hair doesn’t change that fact.
That’s impressive. The longest I’ve ever been able to allow myself to go was like a month and a half (during junior year, when I was ripe with feminist rage), although it was nowhere near as long as hers.
I know! This must have been at least 6 months in the making. I’m pretty sure after it reaches a certain length, leg hair just stops growing.
I assure you, there is a limit to its length. Otherwise I’d have to have my leg and underarm hair in cornrows, since I haven’t shaved in 4 years. Although that might look kind of cool.