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DEAR HARRIETTE: My girlfriend does not believe in shaving her armpit hair, and it’s starting to become an issue. She believes that shaving armpit hair is unnatural and conformist. She didn’t have these beliefs when we first started dating, so I feel that it’s unfair for her to expect me to have no problem with it now. I’m afraid to ask her to shave because I don’t want to seem like I do not support this journey (although I do find it questionable). What can I do? -- Girlfriend Going Natural

DEAR HARRIETTE: My girlfriend does not believe in shaving her armpit hair, and it’s starting to become an issue. She believes that shaving armpit hair is unnatural and conformist. She didn’t have these beliefs when we first started dating, so I feel that it’s unfair for her to expect me to have no problem with it now. I’m afraid to ask her to shave because I don’t want to seem like I do not support this journey (although I do find it questionable). What can I do? -- Girlfriend Going Natural

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Oh an early proponent of negging! I hope a large rock fell on him.

Oh an early proponent of negging! I hope a large rock fell on him.

I actually GENUINELY wonder if he ended up in jail [which I would not be even a little bit sad about]

my female friends and I all crashed in the one spare bedroom at the end of the party

and I woke up to find him trying to tie my wrists to a chest of drawers with an ocky strap [elasticated straps with steel hooks, an extremely common item in Australian cars at the time for keeping your car boot lid closed when your car was carrying a load too large to close the car boot lid]

I hit him in the chest, and he laughed

so I went to gouge his eyes out with my fingernails and he let go and left me alone

AND THEN the next morning he latched on to my friend and I and insisted on catching the train back with us

and when my friend and I needed to switch train lines - she was continuing on, I was getting off in the city centre - he got off the train and followed me

we walked past a vending machine inside the State art gallery near the train station and he asked if I wanted a can of Coke

and I said "Sure!"

so he went into the art gallery

and while he had his back turned, I ran around the corner and the next corner and the next corners as fast as I could before he noticed

and I never ever saw him again

he was the next-door neighbour of the 20-something brother of the teenage girl whose party it was

the 20-something brother and his partner had left their house, and their nextdoor neighbour had followed them in his car to the party without asking if it was okay

and because it was 31 December, they didn't have the heart to tell him to get lost

Ah, fond memories of encountering a predator. I hope TWO rocks fell on him, one on his nuts and then one on his head. Ughghghghghghg.

(I really do hope he's unhappily in jail, not least because just from your description I can tell he succeeded at least one of those days.)