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Jul. 12th, 2003 01:40 amThose of you who have seen me naked, or even just wearing a short sleeved shirt know that I am a hairy man. Three quarters of my gene pool is Italian, so it's kind of expected.
The kicker is Grandpa. My last living grandparent is English, and as my mothers father, apparently the source of my more annoying hair problems. If genetic tendencies are to be believed, I'll have hair on the top of my head for another 3-5 years, then go bald. I can deal with that. No, the problem is ears.
I have ear hair. Little white hairs that grow from the depths of my ears. My grandfather accepts this and now appears to be perpetually using baby hamsters as earplugs. He's got a freaking forest in there. Personally, I refuse to look like I come with built-in earmuffs. So for the last few years, I have plucked. That's right, I pluck my ears.
My problem is that there is no simpler method. A razor is a dangerous idea. An epilady might just pull the whole damn ear off. Wax is to punny. So what do I do? I currently live in semi-perpetual fear that I will sneeze in mid-pluck and jam tweezers into my brain. (Those of you who have witnessed one of my sneezes will realize this is not an exaggeration.)
So what's a furry-eared guy to do?
The kicker is Grandpa. My last living grandparent is English, and as my mothers father, apparently the source of my more annoying hair problems. If genetic tendencies are to be believed, I'll have hair on the top of my head for another 3-5 years, then go bald. I can deal with that. No, the problem is ears.
I have ear hair. Little white hairs that grow from the depths of my ears. My grandfather accepts this and now appears to be perpetually using baby hamsters as earplugs. He's got a freaking forest in there. Personally, I refuse to look like I come with built-in earmuffs. So for the last few years, I have plucked. That's right, I pluck my ears.
My problem is that there is no simpler method. A razor is a dangerous idea. An epilady might just pull the whole damn ear off. Wax is to punny. So what do I do? I currently live in semi-perpetual fear that I will sneeze in mid-pluck and jam tweezers into my brain. (Those of you who have witnessed one of my sneezes will realize this is not an exaggeration.)
So what's a furry-eared guy to do?