This just in from international Hot Tipper Brent:

It’s been a while since I checked in with the War on Public Grooming, but thought I’d relate an incident that occurred the other day, marring an otherwise perfect afternoon on a Barcelona beach. I trudged out onto a nice spot of sand on a Maresme beach (a little north of Barcelona proper and thus more insulated against the usual flotsam and jetsam) for a brief break from a bike ride and took a seat roughly 30 yards away from two guys well into their afternoon sun. About five minutes into a nice nap I awoke to what sounded like an electric razor, and sure enough, when I sat up and looked over, I saw that the two guys were heavy into their leg-hair maintenance. One was working on his thighs with a Remington of sorts while the other was grooming sans power with your standard Mach-something. I stared and stared and stared some more, the trauma seeping out in sighs and asides. When the men looked over, I shook my head and let my arched eyebrows stand-in for a poorly-formed Spanish admonition.