By Elias Katsopoulos
I come from a hairy family. If you look back at photos of my great-grandfather on his wedding day, you can see from his beard alone how hard he tried and failed to tame his hairiness. My grandpa has kept his rich black hair even into old age, and my dad looks like if Robin Williams was 6’3” and Mediterranean.
I’ve got my grandpa’s laugh, my dad’s inability to hold a tune, and even my great-grandfather’s obsession with going to the beach. My brother’s the different one in the family: while we all stayed on the East Coast, my bro headed out west and became a cowboy. I’m not knocking cowboys; my brother rocks those boots. I simply mean that for those who know us, he’s the one who’s different, but if you just saw us and didn’t know us, you’d think I was the odd one out.
We’re a tight-knit family, and though we’ve spread out a bit, every year we all meet up for a big reunion at the beach. When every male member of my family takes off his shirt to run towards the water and dive into the ocean, all you see is a mess of hair front to back. Thick and black over olive skin: that’s the men in my family. Well, except me: there isn’t much hair on me. In a crowd of a hundred Katsopouloi, I’d stand out immediately.
I keep the hair on my head tidy, the hair on my cheeks to a minimum, and the hair on my arms, chest, and back completely gone. It’s a personal choice, a preference I’ve stuck with for years. There’s no shame in using a body groomer, and since I know better than to dry shave, I don’t need any full body wax or hair removal pads. There’s nothing wrong with a little manscaping (fine, in my case it’s a LOT of manscaping), and with the right back razor I can go from yet another Katsopoulos male to some tan guy hanging out with a family that doesn’t go from wet to dry easy. I simply find it funny.
My wife loves it. She said she’d rather I be hairy than miss areas like my back and be half-and-half, but luckily the BAKblade I use means she gets exactly what I want. And when the whole family heads to the beach and we collectively stop when the water’s up to our knees, my young son can spot me immediately and make a beeline in my direction.
I love my family, and I’m not ashamed of their hairiness. It’s just not for me, and I’m happy that I have a pretty much flawless hair remover regimen. My body blade is effective, creates a close shave, and gives me the look I want thanks to its awesome razor extension. I get the look I want and that my wife goes crazy over, and what more does a guy need out of life than that?