Despite her traumatic experiences, the patient was keen to undertake further removal of pubic hair.

I am thinking, her next strategy will involve scalding her skin so badly that the hair follicles -- as well as the outer and middle dermis layers -- die off, and she is left with hairless keloid tissue.

Or! Radical cosmetic surgery! An upside-down tummy tuck!! (Although, who knows where her bellybutton would end up.)

This is one of those times where you can't un-know information no matter how much you beg for hysterical amnesia.

::shiver::

Yeah, who needs me for real?

I keep scrolling back up to that post and letting the ick reverberate through my brain. I can't imagine depilation being worth risking a swollen goolie for, much less your life.

This is one of those times where you can't un-know information no matter how much you beg for hysterical amnesia.

That's how I felt about teratomas. If you don't know what they are, don't click on the link--it's image search for the term.

Perhaps this is a non-fatal version of the Darwin Award? she doesn't die but isn't capable of reproducing (not that any man with a smidgen of intelligence would stick his penis in the mess ... oh ... Darwin Award ... yeah).

And then the dream segued into something about juliana being on the cover of a magazine.

Now I have "Little Queenie" in my head:

Well there she is again
Standin' over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine

And Tep? I'm totally damned, so I think it all ties in.

Also, that article is... wow.

We have an R2D2 mailbox along the Embarcadero.

{{{{DJ}}}}

Gronklies, y'all.

Teratoma is hair/teeth/absorbed twin, right?

t notclickingnotclickingnotclicking....

How many of you use the word "rook" as a verb, meaning "fooled somebody out of something"?

Rarely, but I use it. I like that usage because of its relation to the corvidae family of birds, and in turn those birds' symbolism as tricksters.

Despite her traumatic experiences, the patient was keen to undertake further removal of pubic hair.

Which reminds me of a freak-ass flamewar in the Salon letters column a few months ago, all about goolie landscaping. There was this huge, absurd generational divide, with most folks in their thirties or older saying "I prune/shave/wax my goolie because I like it or I can't be bothered or I'm a guy who kind of prefers it one way or the other but not enough to bellyache about it to the woman I'm with if she feels differently," and most folks under thirty saying things like "I just can't stand my hairy goolie, it's so unkempt or Oh, let me tell you, it's just basic hygiene. Neither I nor any other guy I know would even think of going down on a woman whose goolie wasn't waxed, because clearly she's a bag of filth who can't be bothered with any kind of grooming."

The over/under 30 divide was deep and wide and extremely consistent over something like 200 letters. And frankly, it kind of scared me about what feminine personal grooming expectations poor Matilda is going to have to contend with by the time she reaches maturity.

And if any under-30 Buffista wants to pipe up and reassure me that these in fact were a bunch of nutbars and that most sane under-30s don't in fact equate nude goolies with handwashing and flossing, I'd be much reassured.

And now I'm all curious about which side of the age divide that multiply-infected nitwit falls on.

And if any under-30 Buffista wants to pipe up and reassure me

I was totally going to pipe up until I remembered I'm not under 30 any more. Crap.