I found this letter in the “Are they kidding?“ pile, and I do hope you’re attempting a leg pull. Do you zany kids belong to Iota Eta Pi? I could see the swim team going hair-free all over for hydrodynamic purposes, but this new form of frat initiation is incomprehensible. Is waxing replacing the traditional paddling ritual? It seems far too Greek and far too geek to this observer. Body baldness, to me, represents a kind of pedophile or chemo aesthetic. It is decidedly unmanly. What’s next? Cub Scout uniforms? Adult Pampers? My only waxing experience was at the hands of a stolid, muscular woman with a Slavic accent who held no charm for me but was thoroughly experienced in quick, efficient, and minimally painful but certainly not painless waxing. The idea of amateurs of either gender brutally uprooting one’s pubes, possibly under the influence of Boddingtons Pub Ale, strikes me as totally unthinkable.

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