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Armpit Hair is the New Black

Dyed Armpit hair is the new black for feminists all over the United States. Feminists unite in this new form of personal choice and expression to challenge the standard of beautiful shaven armpits.


Traced back to Vain, a salon in Seattle, in which Roxie Hunt, the stylist, dyed her friend’s armpit hair bright blue. This feminist has created an exceptional buzz that has Tumblr in frenzy of photos. She declares, “Today this experiment becomes a movement. We would like to use our pits to start an evolving conversation about feminism, identity, body positivity, judgment, acceptance and freedom of choice.” Collegiate Anna* says she would never dye let alone grow out her armpit hair, while collegiate Jane* would dye her armpits but she believes that it is a try hard type of trend.  

On Instagram #dyedpits and #armpithair has over 11,000 posts of varying bright colors. This is blowing up all over social media sites with mixed feelings; many people think this display of hair is disgusting and unwomanly. But for some feminists, this is the icing on their hairy cake.

Many girls shave their bodies because they think that it is more of the womanly way of society not because they actually want to be hairless. Collegiate Anna* thinks that women and girls alike should be able to choose whether to shave or not, but it is her preference to be shaven. Collegiate Jane* does not enjoy shaving and thinks it is unfair to put that standard upon women.


If you would like to give this trend a go you can find a tutorial at http://offbeathome.com/2014/10/how-to-dye-your-armpits. From the bleaching to the color application Hunt divulges her step-by-step guide to dye your pits at home. Collegiate Jane says she would not look at another girl differently for dying her armpits and she thinks that in our radical generation a lot of women’s rights will be reevaluated and changed. A person’s body image should only be perceived from one’s own point of view, not from media and editorials. 

Women and men alike do not see themselves as gender equals to this day, with women at 72% and men at 61%. Collegiate Jane thinks that women are still seen “as domestic while men are still the bread winners.” Collegiate Anna thinks that, “there is still a pay difference and stereotype; women and men will never be seen as perfectly equal.”

Your body is your choice, to have dyed armpit hair, shaven pits, or whatever is in-between. So go on out to your local beauty supply store and beautify those hairy pits.

-Madison Burke

·      *Name has been changed
·      Dizon, James. “#dyedpits:You’re your Armpit Hair is the Latest Weird Beauty Trend. Let it Grow, Let it Glow!” http://www.techtimes.com/articles/21304/20141202/dyedpits-dye-your-armpit-hair-is-latest-weird-beauty-trend-let-it-grow-let-it-glow.htm
·      Patten, Eileen. “On Equal Pay Day, key facts about the gender pay gap” April, 8, 2014.
·      Hunt, Roxie. “How to dye your armpit hair” 1 December 2014. http://offbeathome.com/2014/10/how-to-dye-your-armpits

·      Shaw, Maureen. “This is the Latest Bizarre Women’s Fashion Trend”. http://mic.com/articles/105500/dyed-armpit-hair-is-the-body-positive-trend-no-one-saw-coming

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