a girl and her hoo haa

Having your hoo haa examined; I have found, is a lot like having your head examined…

  • You gotta lay yourself bare…exposed… putting yourself in one ridiculously vulnerable position… (open wide)
  • You gotta put up with a bunch of poking and prodding…  (here, lemme rummage around in there… lets see what you’re made of)
  • There is the imagined (or perhaps not-so imagined) ridicule…judgement… (couldn’t she do a better job preparing?  taking care of herself???  what was she thinking???)
  • The shame at answering the questions…. (oh the Catholic shame that is bred into us… even after you’ve rejected religion) – SEX?  what sex?  I swear I am a VIRGIN…

See what I mean?

 

18 thoughts on “a girl and her hoo haa

  1. First time I had a pap smear was at a CATHOLIC CHARITIES clinic. Go figure. And there was a young male student standing by. They were like, “do you mind if he sits in”. I was like, “I thought yall were Catholic nuns and shit. Yes, I would mind. Look at him, he’s younger than me!” To top things off I had this pimple/rash thingy that day. Sucked.

    • hahahahaha – (i swear I am not laughing at you…) You see I was at Planned Parenthood a handful of years back… they were just bringing this new clinical documentation system on-line…. they wanted me to OK the consultant to be in the room while they went over the questionnaire…

      I have a hard time answering those questions on a good day… and you all want me to answer them with some computer consultant type person in the room??? WTF?

  2. I have to seriously go to my special happy place in my head where there’s a fondue fountain and a string quartet….she could be using a trained squirrel and a mellon-baller for all I care, I mentally leave the building.

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