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The Arm-Hair Complex

That's right! Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls I would like to introduce to you the new standard of social acceptability regarding armhair! Can you believe that that sentence is actually allowed to exist? I can, because I spend all day in high school.
So, here's how it goes: Girls are not allowed to have arm hair. If they do, they are either a) gross, b) uncool, or c) the type of girl who attends the Girls' for Green convention and doesn't ever wear a bra.
You get the picture.
Now I would like to present you with the root of the problem (haha, "root"): I have armhair. Not just any armhair. Gorilla hair. Picture gorilla arms with light brown hair on them and you get the picture.
And it is most definitely not a pretty picture, I might add.
So, I am faced with a dilemma that most societally oppressed people have faced at one point or another: to shave, or not to shave? That is the question.

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Friends: The Word That Epitomizes Why I Hate Being a Teenager

My sixteenth birthday party was this weekend.
I think you can judge by the title of this post exactly how it went.