Hair does a lot of symbolic work. In science-fiction movies, alien creatures are the hairless ones.
Hairlessness marks the post-human. Yet it is also marks the divide between human and animal. The hairy ones are closer to nature. Bring out the beast in us.
No wonder a lot of girls find the first appearance of pubic hair unnerving, ugly, even nauseating. A lot of women who wax say they hate that hair.
Pubic hair has an evolutionary function. It conducts plumes of sex pheromones into the atmosphere that signal a female’s readiness to reproduce and critical information about male and female genetic qualities.
Ovulating strippers get twice the tips as those who are having their periods. Life-making and mate selection are a smelling affair.
Shearing genital hair cleans up the zone. It displays free-standing sex organs, separated from reproductive sense, staging a physical encounter between erect boys and open girls in a magical garden where one can live forever.
Sex has to be hygienic these days. We accept anal sex, gang bangs and sadomasochism, so long as everyone involved is clean.
Hair has become dirty. Shaven bodies are healthy. It makes sex a compulsive obsessional disorder. One where you have a shower before, not after intercourse.