So… My belief is that if you’re going to take up pole dancing lessons and be gleefully a-spreadin’ those legs in the air in a tiny pair of shorts (or less!), it’s only pole-lite to make sure that you keep those hedges neat and tidy.
Personally, I’ve always been a fan of the Brazilian wax. Much like pole dancing, all it took was just one session for me to start asking myself where it had been all my life. Come to think about it, both getting waxed and pole dancing require you to suffer some pain before you get impressive results. And maintaining those results also requires regular commitment.
Lately I’ve even been contemplating the idea of taking a laser beam to the crotch (yes, I really just said that) but the high cost is rather prohibitive. Still, it might just be the best personal investment I make next to installing a pole in my living room… I’ve already subjected my armpits to the systematic annihilation of hair that is IPL, (thanks Groupon!) and it’s produced some pretty amazing results.
But I digress.
Anyway, the other day I was both tickled and relieved when I overheard the pre-class briefing during lesson 1 at the inter 1 level:
“Girls, now that you’ve moved up from beginners, you’re going to start learning how to go upside down. Which means you’re personal areas are going to be much more visible in certain positions. So please shave or wax before coming to class, and make sure that your instructors and the partners helping you don’t have to see anything they’d rather not see!”
Lol! Hey you’d make that announcement too, if it meant you could avoid being turned to stone by the Medusa! One of the very real occupational hazards of being a pole dancing instructor is the risk of getting half-blinded by the sight of hairy punani on a regular basis.
And as funny as I found it, I’m all for having important issues spelled out in these situation. It relieves everyone from the burden of assumption, the embarrassment of making potentially cringe-worthy mistakes, and the extreme awkwardness of maybe even having to address them later.
But hey, sometimes its just not convenient to chase those nether regions with a razor, if you forgot to make that waxing appointment. So what’s a girl (or guy) to do?
Well simple. It’s called: wear longer shorts.
For the love of all mankind and your other pole classmates!