Taken from an actual post from HuffingtonPost.com
Feminism is a growing thing, and it’s taken many forms. Last week we had Ms. Marathon: Free-Bleeder, who taught us that not using a tampon to stay clean and blood-free was “brave,” (and winning a marathon was so lame). Then we learned that Princesses Are Rape Culture, and daughters shouldn’t be called “princess” but some kind of sweet food, like “muffin.” No, really. Go read it. But the latest and greatest trend for women to show off just how womanly and feminist they are? Growing back the “bush.”
Right. Meet Sandra LaMorgese, a 59 year old author, talk show host, sexpert, metaphysician, motivational speaker, holistic practitioner, and ordained reverend (she does it all!) and travel with her as she makes a breakthrough journey to France and self-discovery. She writes about tanning while naked. She’s challenging stereotypes as she grows pubic hair naturally. She’s inspiring modern feminists to embrace their womanhood and grow their hair down there. We’re not making this up, but
boy girl do we wish we were.
Sandra takes her mission seriously:
I figured my skin would survive a few sessions of a light bulb tan, and I knew I could always shave afterwards if I hated the return of the long-absent bush. I was on a mission, and there was no turning back!
After three seven-minute tanning sessions in the weeks before I hit the beach, I was golden from head to toe, and my bush was growing back nicely.
Sandra redefines womanhood:
I was the only woman on the beach with a bush! Instead of blending in, I stood out, and in those first few anxious moments, I wanted to go back in time and slap some sense into my month-younger self.
Did Sandra talk to ISIS about not raping women? No. Did Sandra speak out against female genital mutilation? No. Did Sandra become a world leader through achievement? No. Sandra tanned and didn’t shave, then went out naked to a new beach. Behold: bravery and womanhood.
That day on the beach, I learned to love my bush — to view it not as something to be ashamed of or to hide, but as a beautiful, honorable badge of womanhood.
Take that, male patriarchy!