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Should men remove the hair from their chests? Arguably what happens inside a chap’s shirt is entirely his own business. Except that today I’ve decided to make it my business.
Why? Because when I posted a message about a special offer at The Beauty Store in Glasgow, Lady Blahblahs posted that her London waxing lady gets most of her business from removing the fur from men’s chests (and other parts most likely, but chests were specified). She said: “Apparently young blokes don’t have hairy chests any more.”
How strange. Does that mean, then, that there’s a generation of women who think that bald and shiny chests are nice… or even normal?
When boys turn into men, among the various things that break or drop, they start to grow hair other than on their heads. So they get faces that need shaved and pit and chest hair that doesn’t.
I quite like my man to look, erm, manly. And The Panther of News rises to that challenge admirably. It’s how it’s supposed to be, man fancies woman because she looks womanly and vice versa. Even when man fancies man and woman fancies woman, I’m fairly sure it’s because they look like sexually mature adults not oddly overgrown children.
In the prime of a fellow’s life he should have chest hair. Ladies, tell me I’m not alone in enjoying stroking, twiddling and generally playing with my man’s chest hair. Obviously not when we’re on the train or during parents’ night, but, privately in our lair, then yes, I like it.
Clearly there comes a point when hair management becomes something of an uphill struggle, but that isn’t a gender issue. It sprouts extraneously from chin, ear and brow at the same time as removing itself from crown. I suspect it’s one of Mother Nature’s little jokes – Follicle Roulette.
Before then though, fine chest foliage is a splendid thing. I feel very sorry for the generation of youngsters who won’t know the pleasure of a torso suitably covered. Don’t they look at proper men and thing “mmmmm”?
So, this is a call to arms. Men lay down your razors and cancel your waxing appointments. Get hairy. Please.
PS In the course of research for this post one blogger revealed details of a traumatic encounter with a bloke with chest stubble. And another said her hirsute fellow won’t start to defuzz because it would be the “Forth Rail Bridge of hair removal”.