Something's in the hair

Women are rejecting the shame heaped on them by the beauty industry.

ON John Ruskin’s wedding night, legend has it, the critic fainted on finding that – unlike the Elysian statues of his fantasies – women had body hair. Last Monday marked the 114th anniversary of Ruskin’s death. Who would’ve predicted that instead of laughing at Victorian prudery, many men still expect their sexual encounters to entail pudenda, pins and pits as marble smooth as those of young Ruskin’s imagination?