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Se llego el verano a Portland, y con su llegada arranca el desfile de las peludas!

Portland - Oregon, una ciudad donde la depilación parese ser no tan popular entre un vareado grupo de feminas, o feministas como muchas se llaman y justifican su fobia a la cuchilla de afeitar. A mi la verdad mi cultura e higiene personal me hacen tan cuadriculada que no me cabe en la cabeza tanta axila peluda, y mucho menos si estan cerca a mi comida, la posibilidad de un pelo axilar en mi ensalada me enloquece.

Comprendo y defiendo los parametros de liberdad e individualidad, y que puede ser decriminatorio el solicitarle a alguien depilarse las axilas y/o las piernas en orden de trabajar en cafeterias o restaurantes. Pero entonces ¿por salud publica, y estetica visual?, que tal hacer normativo que todas las personas que manipulan comidas y bebidas tengan que usar camisas manga corta durante sus jornadas laborales. Tiene sentido, ¿no?

El desfile de las peludas me revuelve el estomago cada vez que lo descubro en cualquier comedero, es tanto asi que en ocasiones prefiero tragar saliva e irme a un Mc Donald´s, por lo menos alla no tengo que ver pelos axilares en ningun lado, es más sólo la idea en este momento logra reblujarme la panza...

En fin, yo la verdad entiendo que es tedioso, muy tedioso el proceso depilatorio, pero creo que es una de las muchas cosas que debemos de esconder a la vista publica, no es solo estetico, es también una cuestion de aromaterapia, los olores son mas fuertes si tienen pelos de donde pegarse, y como todos sabemos, la humanidad ¡APESTA!.


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