I’m not sure If I have written about this or not. Heck I can’t remember what happened yesterday. I think this has something to do with my superior intelligence. I can do massive calculations in my head but have the downfall of not remembering what I ate for lunch. All is well that ends well I guess.
So the topic of deortorant. Yes folks that’s right. No one in China uses this girlfriend getting product. I’ve met Chinese and Koreans that don’t even know what it is. When I explain it all I get is giggles. Go figure.
In case you were wondering if I use it, I do. I brought enough to last six months. At my current rate of consumption I should be able to stretch it out for ten if I am lucky. That’s when the parents come in. If I end up staying here for longer than six months and they ask me what I would like for Christmas, easy, ship me a case of deodorant please.
Yes, people stink because of the lack of anti-perspirants here. Is it the worst thing ever? Well, no, I’ve been to some bathrooms that put farms back home to shame. So it’s not that big of a deal. Unless of course you are hanging with an attractive female and she smells like she just got done running the 5K. Then we are going to have issues.
The heath and beauty area at the store has everything. Body wash, shampoo, conditioner, and all the name brand stuff, absolutely everything except deodorant. Weird. I know. Maybe this part of the world is allergic or something. Huh? So to put a long story short, you can’t find deodorant here, at all. Maybe just maybe in Beijing. I’m guessing. But maybe not.
This curtails into my next little topic of discussion. Armpit hair. I have it. I’m a guy. Guys have it. In America girls do not. Here, oh yeah you guessed it; girls got the bushes under the arms. Most girls are city and trim from time to time. Although every now and then you‘ll come across a backcountry girl. Get out the machete and start the trek through the Amazon. Is this gross, well, maybe. But when in China you have to expect the unexpected. So a little fuzz ditty fuzz under the arms is what it is. But if you can braid it into something and string a bead on it.. Bail.. son, bail….. Option “B,” get out the razor and show her what’s up, I highly encourage doing this to strangers. I’m sure they won’t fight you, but I’m no expert.