A commercial for Veet came on during last night’s episode of The O.C. I was barely watching, but then at the end of it I caught this image infiltrating my screen. (right). A woman was actually shown shaving her legs in a zigzag. Zig zag. Zig-zag. Is that one word? Maybe I should Wikipedia it. Yeah right.

Oh, the commercial. When the woman did this, I was under the initial impression that the commercial was for a razor. Most of them are. Why would it be the cream? No. So I perked up, all interested in what kind of new, fun, pillow-edged razor I should buy so I can start shaving my legs in the pattern of long and winding roads. It suddenly seemed like I and everyone else should have wanted to do this all along — shave our legs in whatever design suited our fancy right at that moment. Heart! Turkey sub! Doggie bone! I felt uncreative for having never thought to plow a shape into my leg hair.

As soon as I found out the ad was for a funky depilatory cream and not a razor, I was really let down. There wasn’t a new, cool razor that could make zigzags. It was literally a person slathering cream all over herself and then wiping it off with a somewhat sharp, pink mini-spatula. That’s gross.

Wow. I never realized how anti-depilatory I was. It’s not even that I’m pro-razor. I hate razors. Nobody likes shaving. People dread it. But… why is the idea of depilatory cream so much worse than carefully dragging what is commonly considered a weapon over my surface area?

If you think about it, shaving is scary!

I’m gonna wake up in the morning and be so disappointed in this post.