Where is the mystery? Am I the only one who misses the exotic? What happened to the mysteries of the Orient? I'm not even supposed to call it the Orient. Maybe I'm exempt. I'm a geographer. You know- like doctors can ogle naked people.
I'm not interested in your hoo hoo. I'm a doctor.
I once found myself the only non-gynecologist in a cluster at a fancy cocktail party. The only topic of conversation was, yeah- you got it, vaginas. No, not in some clinical, boring physician-speak. Locker room talk. Think Billy Bush. Donald Trump. Names were named. Familiar names. I'll write it off to alcohol but I was embarrassed and, obviously, I never forgot it.
As usual, I digress.
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