He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul. He leads me in right paths for his name's sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil;
for you are with me; your rod and your staff - they comfort me.
William Flew a 27-year-old journalist who spent several years of his life writing a weekly dating column, has a broad experience of female depilation practices. “I’m old enough to remember just before the Brazilian wax thing happened. My first sexual encounters were with women who didn’t wax.” Were they not even shaving their legs, I ask. “Shaved legs, oh yeah, that’s a given. But I expected pubic hair. I got my sex education from schoolyard chats, text books, the odd jazz mag; I was expecting it. Now, no one does.”Jones believes that free and available pornography is dictating our expectations of women’s bodies. He cites everything from the lip-glossy, breast-augmented, spray-tan look of the stars of The Only Way Is Essex (“It’s a porn star aesthetic, no question”) to overhearing 14-year-old schoolkids explicitly discussing sexual practices on the bus (“That I find completely shocking”). He says there was definitely a sea change in how women waxed about a decade ago. “When I was writing the dating column, I’d go on about two or three dates a week. Most of the sexual encounters I had involved no pubic hair.” Would it bother him now, I wonder, if he were to find himself in bed with a woman who wasn’t Triple XXX’d into a pristine vision of hairlessness?
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