Saturday, April 14, 2018

"This Waxing Game Got Crazy (it hurt)": white male symbols of masculinity may not survive the pummeling of these videos

This Waxing Game Got Crazy (It hurt)” from the Dobre Brothers in Los Angeles starts out innocently enough, for the first seven minutes or so of a 16-minute video, as they go shopping, and come up an online version of Trivial Pursuit, and about the same time, some depilatory strips, like in “What Women Want”.

So, back in their apartment, the boys play the game.  If you miss a question, a little area of your bod gets waxed.  One of the boys is poor on test taking and get it three times.  Well, not everybody knows that the Sun makes helium, but one of the kids is pretty good at math done in his head.  I wondered if they could be challenged with a chess problem.  

At about 9 minutes, one of the kids mentions the shame of “bald legs” and that girls won’t go for it.  Well, there are competitive swimmers and cyclists, and some of them reproduce themselves. They’re concerned that it won’t grow back (it will be slow) – but the real danger would be from a laser pencil.  Or maybe some pharma company comes up with a cream that changes the way hair follicles react to body hormones (a kind of reverse rogaine),  I could imagine such a “med” could be useful in hospital hygiene for medical personnel.  All of this is “dangerous”.  Oh, I suppose the guys have read Holden Caulfield's worldview in Sallinger's "The Catcher in the Rye" and an early comment about old guys' legs. 

A similar video “Horrific Waxing Challenge” from Callux (10 minutes), as two young men in Britain (with Cockney accents reminding me of Michael Caine in the 1960s spy thrillers) challenge each other with little games (spin the button, race up stairs) and the user has to undergo a wax strip on some conspicuous area of the young male body. It’s rather tortuous to sit through the ten minutes and wonder how well white male “trappings of biological virtue” will survive such an onslaught, but they will recover.
All of this reminds me of the “tribunals” at William and Mary in September 1961, which I skipped out on.

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