Jim Goad Quotes

Good God,” I whispered, sitting on the van’s cot and looking at my legs, horrified. They were hairy—not wolf hairy, but an I-couldn’t-find-my-razor-the-last-six-months hairy. Utterly grossed out, I took a peek at my armpit, jerking away. Oh, that’s just…nasty.

I thought it would be weird having sex with short hair but then I kind of got into the mode.

I know body hair bothers some women, but a lot of men like a fluffy partner.

I just grew the hair on my back. Facial hair just wasn't appealing to me. I liked it on my back, though.

Call me old-fashioned, but armpit hair is not high up there on my wish list of things to have.

I'm extremely hairy. It pretty much connects from the top of my head to my toes with a nice upper body sweater/track jacket type of thing.

I think the ears are a strange look for me. Quite big. But I loved the hair down to my shoulders. It felt right. I'm thinking of letting my hair go.

Types really don't matter. I have been accused of preferring blondes. But I have known some mighty attractive redheads, brunettes, and yes, women with grey hair. Age, height, weight haven't anything to do with glamour.

I started getting tattoos, and the hair would grow back out and grow over a nice piece of artwork that I really wanted to show, and it just became one of those things. I can't stand the hair on my body. I just wanted it gone. It's just a better feeling for me.

I can't relax here. These people have no pubic hair anywhere. We have pubic hair on the ceiling.

So you say, with your shiny hair and pouty lips - and those breasts - just wait till you start dropping whelps, they'll be at your ankles one day, big as they are - not the whelps, the breasts. The whelps will be in your hair - no, not the shiny hair on your head, well, yes, that hair, but only as a manner of speech.

I really started getting my body ready when I was a freshman in high school. I had just been skating so much, and just started getting so annoyed with leg hair and arm hair, because I was falling so much when I was learning. So I would get scabs on my legs, and the hair would get caught in it. It just became a nuisance. And from that point on, I continued to shave my arms and legs and tried to stay sleek.

I grew out my armpit hair for the summer. It turns out my natural hair colour isn't blonde.

I thought if I had straight hair and a perfect nose, my whole career would be different.

The most important thing I have to say to you today is that hair matters. Pay attention to your hair, because everyone else will.

I don't think I could live without hair, makeup and styling.

Men are brave enough to go to war, but they are not brave enough to get a bikini wax.

How we look - though it is superficial and immutable - has a huge impact on our lives.

I wouldna cross the road to see a scrawny woman if she was stark naked and dripping wet. ~Jamie Fraser

If your stomach blocks your view of your feet, cover it up! The only people who should be wearing belly shirts are people who don't have bellies. Now those little baby spare tires are kinda cute; tractor tires aren't! Especially if they've got hair on them!

I'd like to wake up and look like Brad Pitt in the morning, but I don't. I look in the mirror, and I see me.

If you're asking whether I intentionally mess up my hair, no, I don't. And certain things, like my freckles, they're just there. I don't do anything consciously. I suppose I could get contact lenses. I suppose I could comb my hair more often.

Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eyeing us side by side in the mirror. Sure is, Girlfriend." Eric grinned at me. "But are you blond all the way down?" Don't you wish you knew?" Yes," he said simply. Well, you'll just have to wonder." I am," he said. "Blond everywhere," I could tell as much from your chest hair." He raised my arm to check my armpit. "You silly women, shaving your body hair," He said, dropping my arm.

If Stephen Harper took off his shirt in public, I'm not sure he'd raise any money for charity.

I know this sounds ridiculous but I like guys with love handles. I hate a washboard stomach - that does not turn me on.