Fuzzy Logic

The moment I started to “have to” shave my legs as a child, according to my mother, I hated it. I think I only did it regularly until I was 16 or so before I stopped bothering. My mother wasn’t thrilled by this, but she mostly let me be. My father, on the other hand? He HATED it, but I pushed back every time.

Father: “You need to shave your legs.”

Me: “Why?”

Father: “Because it’s what you’re supposed to do! Men don’t like it!”

Me: “Okay, I’ll start shaving when you do then.”

Cue him stomping off like a child every time. Finally, he comes up with a more “proper” argument…

Father: “You really need to shave your legs, it’s unsanitary!”

Me: “Then why don’t you ever shave yours? Are you saying you’re gross and unsanitary, too?”

My dad is a bit of a germaphobe, so he did NOT like this response in the slightest, but it finally got him to back off. It’s been several years now since I’ve heard him bring up the topic, and none of the women I’ve dated have given two s***s.