Ah, to be Asian and hairless. I am not Asian...nor hairless. In fact, I'm the ethnic antithesis of Asian as far as body hair is concerned. I'm Italian, and we Italians are one hairy bunch. I've adapted and can now consider myself the guru of hair removal. In my life, I've plucked, waxed, shaved, epilated, Naired and bleached enough to single-handedly keep the hair removal industry in business. My arm hair in particular has proven to be quite a treat for my kindergarten students here in Korea. If I am wearing a short sleeved shirt they will inevitably bee line to my arms, knocking each other over ala Jerry Springer to feel my hair. Two weeks ago, one of my students was running her hands up and down my arm. She gingerly climbed onto my lap, looked lovingly into my eyes and said "Daddy". Yes, folks: I have the arm hair equivalent of an Asian man. Now, whenever I enter the classroom I am greeted with delighted shouts of "Daddy!!". At last, my feminist agenda has been realized.