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Monday, January 16, 2012
Magazines at the grocery store check-out line
Reminded me of this.
Thank you, Webhill!
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Sheesh. All I wanted was some hamburger buns, tomatoes, and onion rings.
Reminded me of this.
Thank you, Webhill!
A Blog detailing the insanity of my medical practice and the stupidity of everyday life.
Reminded me of this.
Thank you, Webhill!
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Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
Cast of Characters:
Annie: My Phenomenal MA
Mary: My Awesome Secretary
Ed: The office fish
Dr. Pissy: The guy I share an office with
Mrs. Grumpy: My Boss (also the world's greatest school nurse)
Frank, Craig, and Marie: The Grumpy Tribe
Garlic and Riley: The Grumpy Dogs
Questions? Comments? Biting sarcasm? Write to: pagingdrgrumpy [at] gmail [dot] com
Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
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19 comments:
Um... I'm fine down here! Stop yelling at me!
I was trying to think of what freaky issues your vagina could have and I think first and foremost would be its ability to verbalize a response when asked if it is okay.
Ok, I looked at the Chatter Box front cover. One of the guys on there looks like the serial killer BTK. Anyone else notice this?
Humor enhanced by headline right above it.
I imagine, if that vagina had the ability to emote, it would be rolling its eyes. Hehe.
(Oh, God, wait . . . that would mean it would have to have eyes!)
Okay. This reminds me of the commercials about feminine products I don't need. As well as an old story. Back when I was in college I was taking a shower with a guy and while I was lathering I (duh) washed my genitalia. He was aghast! "You can't do that!" I looked at him like he was an idiot and said, "Why not?" to which he replied that his last girlfriend said that soap can't be used (and this is a direct quote) "down there". I stared at him for a minute and said, "My God! First of all, what would you possibly use to clean yourself with if you don't use soap and secondly, why on Earth would you want to have sex with someone who doesn't use soap!!"
Maybe one of those freaky issues happens to women who don't use soap.
Magazines these days. Worst part is, it's Dakota Fanning on the cover - she's not even 21 yet.
Kat´s Kat, you don´t need to clean your vagina. You know that sticky yellow stuff, that´s the vagina cleaning itself. In fact call the vagina a self cleaning oven.
Another thing, don´t clean the vagina with soap. It´s un needed and can cause bladder infections. I hate to say this, but your boyfriend is right. Very right.
Depends on the pH of the soap. But usually clean water is enough.
The vagina has a pH of appr. 4,5 and soap is way higher, this can destroy the acidity and lead so yeast infections..
The outside still needs to be washed. No need to get all up in the vagina's grill. Unless you like smelling like pee of course.
I think there is a difference between washing the vulva (which seems appropriate) and washing the vagina (which is often called a "self-cleaning organ," but never before have I heard it called a "self-cleaning oven!").
I'm gonna go on record and say that if you are actually washing your vagina with soap, well - I think that's just strange.
I am eternally appalled at the number of women who do not understand the difference between the vulva and the vagina. The vagina is the INSIDE part.
On the other hand, I now have in my head a showtunes spectacular, complete with tuxedo-clad hunky men, all holding up a giant tubular vagina while singing, "Hello, Vagina!"
Moose, I think I love you! The inside of your head and the inside of my head should get together...or maybe not... Not sure the world would survive!!
Just for the record I don't put soap into my vagina nor do I use douches unless directed to do so by a physician (none of whom have ever done so, duh!). I was using genitalia in its specific use of the external sexual organs. While in males this means the penis and testicles, that is because they wear their genitalia on the outside as opposed to women who wear theirs on the inside.
Which is a very convenient arrangement when you think about it for a few minutes.
And, by the bye, did you exchange Youthful Exuberance for a shower partner who would help you wash your... back?
You people! You're all so funny! My vagina is so totally cracking up right now!
I still have Exuberance at 50 and I think that having a shower partner is always an excellent idea! It ensures that one does not miss a spot. The only drawback is that sometimes the hot water runs out. ::weg::
When my vagina starts talking and answering questions, I'm gonna find me a shrink. Fast.
"No, I'm not okay! My neighbor is an asshole!"
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