The kids are watching the men’s trampolining event.
Only it’s not women’s underarm hair they’re interested in.
When I join them, I find them deep in discussion, debating one of life’s hairier little subjects: fury underarms. Meanwhile the kids and teens are in the front half of the house eating cheesy-macaroni and watching the Olympics. In the back half of the house, the adults are eating canapés and getting suitably sloshed. I’m at a friend’s family function and the house has been divided in two. Why don’t they, like, shave their pits?” enquires a third. “That’s, like, disgusting!” croons one teenage boy. Jacob from Twilight on the movie poster – looking very hairless
