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Thick body hair in women is the most visible symptom in PCOS. Men instinctually being revolted by it slowly weeds out the genes that make millions of women suffer.
Furthermore pubic hair is camouflage for genital sores, so there's a sociopathic advantageous dimension to retaining pubic hair as well.
Furthermore we are on a grand arc from the time of monkeys and our ultimate trajectory bends away from animal hairiness. Slick smooth skin produces the greatest evaporative surface for cooling while sweating from running.
We conquer nature, we are never conquered. Bugs don't crawl up our asses and die. We make and wear clothes. We make smooth comfortable environments to live in. The environments we make make us, and ultimately we become the authors of our own form.
Women as masters of life making, want the life they make to be accepted as perfect and not in need of editing, or revision. They want hair sprouting to be a badge of womanhood, exactly because hair is so superficial it can be controlled. The true trophies of womanhood are painfully beyond our control, and give rise to inferiority complexes just like men with height: wider hips to bring new life and bigger brains into the world, and heavier breasts to nourish it.
There are two men objectifying you: the man who sees you as a toy to rub his dick on, and the man who wants to worship at the gates of creation. One male gaze will oppress you, and one male gaze is the reason you are a being with the capacity for divine beauty to begin with.
Pick your enemies wisely and harmonize with worthy allies. We are objects and so long as DNA degrades we will need eyes to watch eachother for flaws: for eternity. Men are objects too, but we are ones that end life instead of begin it.
You ask why something natural should be revolting? Rape is natural. Cancer is natural. The most beautiful of human traditions is defying the ugly tricks nature plays on us. Transcend. Be smooth, and so make the world smooth and frictionless.
And if you won't then at the very least get a philosophy, instead of throwing your arms up and wondering as if you live in a world of inexplicable coincidences that you're the first genius to investigate.