|Mindy wasn't ready for the picture. She was also a bit|
upset that we didn't wait for her to get ice cream.
In her chapter on being afraid of one night stands because you might get murdered, she finally voices the question I have always wondered but been afraid to ask. This question is directed to women who like to hang around naked in their homes: don't you, you know, excrete?
I've never understood! It just seems messy! I don't want to have to panic and deal with that all of a sudden when underwear would have made it a non-issue! Do some women just never ... excrete? Do they just not care? Is excrete not suddenly the grossest word ever? Has me asking this question suddenly forever changed your opinion of all vaginas? Of just my vagina? Oh no, what's wrong with my vagina? How many times should I say vagina in a row right now? It's been four. Four vaginas. Now five. And I still don't know the logistics of this question.
These are the things that run through my head pretty much every time a reference is made to a woman who likes to hang out in the buff, except that I could never pin down the best word to use to describe it. The word that my new BFF Mindy expertly nailed down as "excretion". Super gross. Super accurate.
So, nudies of the world! Explain your freedom to me, please! I don't know if I'll ever be a joyful nude, but heck, this would at least take some of the mystery out of it.
It's at moments like this that I wish I had a massive, Bloggess-sized readership and this question would actually get answered.