We need a good evo-psych theory to explain this. (So that PZ Myers can rightfully scoff at it as a “Just So Story” ) I love head hair. Long, shiny, or clipped very short, it doesn’t matter. It’s all sensual. Beautiful. Body hair in moderation is also okay, sort of, and what Alan Ginsberg called “fuzzy fucky blondes” are a major turn on. But nose hair? Repulsive. Why? It’s just hair, and has as much functionality as any other hair we sport, serving as a first line of defence against dangerous dust and asbestos particles. Yet it turns the stomach.
Hair that we are not accustomed to can have the same effect. I well remember my first German class at university. It was lead by a jolly overweight woman who didn’t shave her armpits. I had a very visceral reaction to those clumps of black hair. Leg hair on a woman gets the same reaction from most men, but I’m convinced that this is just a cultural thing, like finding a circumcised (read mutilated) penis more attractive than an intact one. I no longer react to armpit hair or body hair on a woman. Somehow I seem to have accepted that it as natural, and I prefer natural. But nose hair is different.
Does anybody find nose hair attractive? Is there a group of nose hair fetishists out there someplace? Probably, but they are being very quiet about it.
I remember my grandfather showing up at our home when I was a child. He was nearly blind, and could be forgiven for wearing nose hair walrus tusks that looked to me to be two inches long. My father took him to our bathroom and trimmed him to a respectable state. No doubt the day will come when I also lose control of my nasal foliage, but right now I’m embarrassed if so much as a single hair shows itself outside of my nostril, which they all seem to want to do.
In “The Black Knight” there’s a scene in which Martin Lawrence plucks his nose hairs and dances around in pain after each pluck. It’s supposed to be funny. I used to cut my nose hairs. Now I pluck them on the, apparently unsubstantiated, theory that they will be slower to grow back. The pain is not that bad.
In the first episode of “Six Feet Under” there’s a scene where the ghost of the father, played by Richard Jenkins, is watching his own funeral from a lawn chair at the edge of the cemetery. The sunlight is sparkling on a nose hair that must extend at least an inch under his his nose. Either the director and cameraman felt this added to the realism of their show, or they missed it. My bet is, they missed it. My bet is there was gnashing of teeth in the screening room that night.
Few people, if any, like nose hairs. Please tell me why.