You Have to Shave The Line Somewhere

I'm covered in arm hair, leg hair, chest hair, shoulder hair, knuckle hair, neck hair, toe hair and a little (for now) back hair.

But that's where I draw the line. I'm declaring war on all new hair and the fight starts with my ears.



At first we coexisted. The small blond hairs snuck on to my ear lobes but behaved. Nobody could see them. No problem.

But they have since become aggressive. Some now jut straight out in all directions. Some are turning brown. Based on their behavior in other areas, I’m convinced they want to take over and establish large colonies, turning my lobes into a furry disaster zone.

I have always been hairy. Always. But I’ve promised not to be THAT guy who has chest hair puffing out his shirt collar. Or the guy whose face might look nice, if you weren't so distracted by the ear and nose fur.

I didn’t think I would have to wage this battle so young, but I’m ready. Day in and day out, I vow to fight the little ear hairs with every reasonable means at my disposal.

Here is my current plan of attack. Warning: This image may be too graphic for some viewers:



For the uninitiated, that tool in my hand is called tweezers, my primary weapon. Leah is pushing me to go all the way and hire someone to shoot the hairs with a laser or something called electrolysis, but that sounds a little high-tech and a little expensive.

I’m going old school. Here is my arsenal, which should be self-explanatory.