This obsession with fuzz is the pits

Emily Ross started growing her armpit hair three years ago to prove — oh God, i don’t know what, to prove something or other about being an oppressed minority, a feminist, someone not conforming to standardised beauty demands, someone embracing her natural being but perhaps, most of all, someone succumbing to the unceasing human desire, both magnificent and tragic, to be known as something more than we are.

‘i wanted to explore my feelings about it,’ she said of her armpit hair.

The 30-year-old yoga teacher, who lives in oxford, had forgotten to take her razor on a trip and was ‘forced’ to let it grow.

Now, she dyes it blue and loves it; a little baby troll in each pit, nestled there for the duration.

To be honest, i have mixed feelings. it takes a special kind of person to be fascinated by one’s own armpit hair, no matter how noble your political motivation. it takes a certain resilience of ego.

However, Emily is now upset that her stance has attracted the unwanted attentions of online male fetishists, who are attracted to her underarm fluffiness like shy woodland creatures racing for the comfort of the shrubbery.

That is the terrible thing, Emily. No matter how inventive or brave you are with your armpit hair, some freak out there will still think you have done it just for him.