Ah, the leg hair of winter. I, being Asian, shave about once a week. And only once a week because I play basketball indoors, meaning that I wear shorts and have to show my legs. Well, I don't care that much because if I did, then I would have to shave twice a week since I play twice a week. And when the time comes during the week when I have to shave my legs, I'm always a little reluctanct. I like the patience of waiting until the hair passes the prickly point, and toward the soft more hair-on-the-head type of existence. They've (and I) have worked so hard to grow (to leave them be), but off they must go less the dark hairs provide even more contrast to my ever-whitening skin. I liked the days of just working out in a gym where I wore long pants and didn't have to shave. I went for months! And when the time finally came, when I felt pathetic for not grooming, it was even sweeter because the legs felt extra soft, and everything felt extra soft on them. Well, I'll enjoy my last day -- tomorrow is Shaving Day.