Today I walked across a university campus and saw, from a distance, a public art display that made me think 1) ah, college, and 2) what is it with the modern abhorrence of pubic hair. Anyone want to guess what it was?
I heard about that on the news the other night, because the Students For Jesus or some group was trying to prevent it from happening. Also the news called them "vaginas," which I pretty seriously doubted without even needing to see the exhibit.
(People really need to stop substituting "vagina" for "vulva," because, DAMN, there is a WORLD of difference.)
(People really need to stop substituting "vagina" for "vulva," because, DAMN, there is a WORLD of difference.)
For real, though. I'm afraid that ship has sailed, and blame Eve Ensler.
For real, though. I'm afraid that ship has sailed, and blame Eve Ensler.
I know, damn it, but I really want people to get my anatomy right. I feel like if you can't name it properly, you don't need to be hanging out in close proximity to it.
It's wrong, yes, but I think the vagina / vulva ship has really sailed.
Though the vulva ship might be more of a submarine...
Little clitoris periscope...
By purest chance, the author of the standard text was Edwin G. Boring.
One of the authors of my high school physics text was named Charles Elwood Dull.
le nubian, that doesn't look like anything created by a bug. Termite leavings look like sawdust. What's on the other side of that wall?
My mysterious home slow-moving disaster is water. Several weeks ago, I realized that water was squishing out between the boards of the laminate in my kitchen. It could have been going on for a while, because until I was looking at my feet and saw the water oozing out, I just thought I had splashed some water.
Googling indicated that I should take up at least part of the laminate so it could dry underneath, but I couldn't get an angle to start pulling it up because I would have had to start under the cabinets. I could have done it by destroying some flooring, but that seemed ridiculous when this started, because I thought there couldn't be that much water. I haven't had any spills that I haven't mopped up. There's no leak under the sink that I can feel. The icemaker line is not leaking. Now the boards are warping and I'm obsessing about mold and wood rot.
Leaky dishwasher? Fridge defrost/plugged drain thing? In any case, I think you're at the point of destroying some boards.
Yesterday I would have said my knee has made huge improvements. Today, after spending the day in the office, shopping for flats, and moving furniture around at home? Not enough ice. Need more ice.
I managed to leave home without my phone this morning. I miss it (partly because I could be playing Words w/Friends right now) but really the biggest drawback for the day has been not knowing the time.
