I found these ads just a few minutes ago. I hereby claim I’ll return to my blog later and share some thoughts about them. Have a nice morning!
A million years later….
You know, women are naturally hairy. That was the title of an ancient thread started by someone very clever at a giantess board that no longer exists, and it’s also the truth. I returned to it quite a few times to read what people had to share, and it showed me that what I’ve experienced throughout life is also reflected in people’s opinions.
It’s nice to know that some of us realize women were not born hairless creatures, nor do we grow to be such. Everyone (I don’t know of any disorders that affect this, but I imagine there must be some) has vellus hair. Male or female, regardless of age, most parts of our bodies are covered by this peach fuzz that’s more or less visible depending on various factors, one of them ethnicity. I don’t believe men or women worry about vellus hair as they are concerned with terminal hair, the darker, thicker, longer hair that many men (and women) lose from their heads, and grow on other parts of their bodies: arms, legs, backs, face, etc.
This latter terminal hair is what women (and even some men) struggle to make disappear or seem less visible. Whatever process is chosen hurts more often than not, and has repercussions on the skin’s health. Whether one uses a less invasive method, and applies a depilatory cream that contains chemicals designed to “melt” the hair (and it’s never below skin level, no matter what commercials say), or one rips hair and skin layers with sugars or waxes or a shaving razor, the choice one makes must be repeated (even treatments that are supposed to rid one of hair “permanently” must take place several times).
I’d like to think the day will come that a woman won’t think herself less feminine because her legs are covered with hair, and she won’t rip the hair off her arms because no other woman on TV, or in school, or at her office has hair on her arms the way she does. I doubt that day will come soon, given how in some cultures people have been working hard to get rid of unwanted hair for many centuries.
I’m sometimes annoyed by my body hair, despite the fact that it has never affected me adversely in relationships, and it’s often been the target of compliments by weird nice gentlemen. :) I sometimes work hard to get rid of it, and my screams can be heard across several states. I’m no stranger to Nad’s, Nair, and the rest of those brands.
My epic battles with unwanted hair don’t really enter the heavy, naughty core of my fantasies on a daily basis, but every once in a while I approach the matter in playful, deeply romantic terms, and generally in shrinking scenarios. When I’m a giantess in my mind, I don’t spend much time picturing myself worried about body hair. I’m mostly changing geography or the weather while romancing my little man, or battling a monster giantess, or slipping between buildings to peek into little windows, etc.
So, if you ever spot a woman’s arms or legs or armpits and realize she has more hair on them that you do, don’t point or jeer or laugh. She doesn’t have a disorder, and she’s perfectly normal. In fact, she’s braver than most the moment she decides to stop tearing off skin layers and to spend her life as comfortable with her genetic heritage as her male counterparts have been for countless generations.
I still like the shrunken men in these ads, though. Put little men on an ad for anything, and I’ll love it: dolphin-laden tuna, Mentos, diapers, even *gasp* Grape-Nuts, and I’ll fall for it. I’m that easy.
OK, maybe I wouldn’t love the Grape-Nuts ad… unless the shrunken man was advertising the fact that he can use those disgusting nuggets as bricks to build a tiny home, or as cannonballs, or paper-boat anchors, or anything else also heavy, hard, and inedible.
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Advertising Agency: Lowe Strateus, Paris, France
Creative Director: Vincent Behaeghel
Art Director: Olivier Minet
Copywriter: Maxime Landsheere
Illustrator 3D: Nicolas Marrocco
Photographer: David Ledoux