Shocking possibilities

I got my hands on an electric shaver for the first time around 1967. It was a hand-me-down, and it wasn’t exactly in new condition: I actually managed to cut myself with the darn thing. Worse, the handy detachable electric cord kept wanting to detach itself during the process, and though the water wasn’t running, I’d learned a healthy respect for dryness in the presence of 110 volts.

It was about this time I learned that women often shaved in the shower, and suddenly this didn’t make much sense to me:

1962 advertisement for Lady Norelco shaver

I wasn’t about to ask my mom: we were a family who avoided at all cost discussing anything bathroom-related.

And I should probably point out that the electric weasel that ripped my flesh was not, in fact, from Norelco: it was, you guessed it, one of those scrape-back-and-forth jobs.

(Indirectly suggested by Chuck Pergiel.)





6 comments

  1. fillyjonk »

    5 July 2017 · 7:59 pm

    In the late 70s/early 80s I learned how to shave my legs on a rechargeable (IIRC) “ladies'” electric razor (my mom insisted, on the grounds that she didn’t want me cutting myself by mistake).

    I found it not as effective as it could be (fishbelly-white skin, agonizingly dark hair) so as soon as I could get away with it, I switched to bladed razors. And yes, I do cut myself fairly frequently by mistake, but then again I frequently snag my legs on thorns by mistake or bang into the side of a table by mistake, so…..

    I still envy my blonde aunt who has NEVER had to shave her legs, on account of fine transparent short hair.

  2. McG »

    5 July 2017 · 9:00 pm

    Bad enough I would have gone through life with a name picked out for me by my then-three-year-old brother, but shaving legs too? No way in hell I was emerging into this world without my Y chromosome.

  3. fillyjonk »

    6 July 2017 · 6:16 am

    Yeah, well, that was kinda decided for me before birth, and by my dad’s contribution at that.

    (That said, even with “having” to shave my legs, I’ve never regretted being XX)

  4. McG »

    6 July 2017 · 6:23 am

    If you’d been threatened with the name my brother came up with, you might have decided differently.   ;-)

  5. Holly H »

    6 July 2017 · 9:22 am

    When I think of how hard I fought for the ‘right’ to shave my legs, a bit on the early side. What was I thinking? As I said, getting old has its advantages. I never touch a razor any more. Why didn’t anybody tell me to expect all that body hair to stop growing? Yay!!!!

    PS: ‘body hair’ includes only the family-friendly categories. No discussion of the other.

  6. fillyjonk »

    6 July 2017 · 12:16 pm

    Well, one privilege of being the oldest: you have no sibs to have a say on names.

    That, and daily crushing anxiety….

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