Moi?

While walking down St. Catherine today, I saw a person who perplexed me. At first, I thought I saw a man. Not too alarming. Then, upon further inspection, I thought I saw a man wearing a polka dot skirt. Finally, I realized that the individual was, in fact, a woman, and a rather petite woman at that. The one noteworrthy feature about her was her legs: they were covered in fine, dark hair. While contemplating why I had first supposed the woman to be a man and whether or not her leg hair - first seen from a distance of around 20 feet and, really, imperceptible to the human eye at that distance - the woman caught me staring at her. I suppose I must have been staring rather obviously while in my contemplative state because she looked me in the eye and barked a short, "Bonjour." This was no friendly salutation. Rather, it was more of a "fuck you, you anti-feminist woman hater who despises your own sex and the glories of the natural female body." In reality, I do not hate women and I actually consider myself to be a feminist. I have even stopped shaving my legs and underarms for varying periods of time. In the end, I cut my "experiments" short and brought out the razor again because, instead of feeling natural, the presence of such hair proves a distraction, like wearing a tight headband or false eyelashes. After all, I've been shaving my legs since the age of 11 (not quite sure what the hell I was shaving, but I was thrilled with my bic). Beyond my own preferences, I've never entirely understood why shaving one's legs or arm pits is considered to be an anti-feminist statement. However, I have to admit sometimes feeling guilty about the five odd minutes a week I spend on this activity. And then there is the visceral response of seeing a genuinely hairy woman. Most of these women are at least middle-aged and live in the Greek village my mother was born in (and one of them happens to be my aunt). Is it simply that I have grown accustomed to a particular aesthetic, or does it run deeper? Do I hate the natural state of the female body? (And btw, I'm not talking here about Brazilian waxes or porn stars' bare pudendums. That's another matter entirely.)
It is entirely possible that the hairy legged woman in a polka dot skirt was simply reacting to my staring. Or perhaps I misinterpreted her "bonjour" and she was being genuinely friendly (doubtful, very doubtful). Regardless, I'm not about to revisit my non-shaving experiments: it's summer and I recently purchased three new skirts from American Apparel. So much for feminism, or whatever it is that that word means anymore.