The Male Gyno & Other Random Thoughts

Well, it has been a long time since I posted, and I have been feeling a bit of blog guilt recently, so I have decided to throw out some things that I really think need to be discussed.

Lets talk about...the male gynecologists. I mean, I consider myself as open minded as the next person with a vagina, but I cannot fathom including a strange man in on something that primarily involves stirrups, forceps and something called a speculum (thats actually what its called...I looked it up.) I guess my biggest issue is what man would want to do this? Can you really imagine some perfectly sane and normal guy sitting around in med school saying...you know what I want to look at alllll daaaaaaaaay everyday for the next 40 years? Vaginas.

And we trust this guy enough to hop up onto the table (with the scratchy paper underneath) and nothing but one of those ridiculous little paper robes on and throw our legs in the stirrups. Not I.

Yet, there are tons of male gynos, so cleary someone is going to them. I want to hear from you. Please. Explain yourselves.

Speaking of uncomfortable situations.

Many of us had high school reunions this weekend. Now, I didnt actually have an official reunion, but somehow I ended up being convinced to go to the local townie bar the night before Thanksgiving, unknowingly walking smack dab into a defacto reunion of sorts. Now, I dont have a single friend who went to public school who was 'cool' in high school or was excited about their 5-year reunion. (Private school does not count, somehow people who would never ever been 'cool' in public school can be captain popularlity at a private school. (ahem. Bassi.)

Needless to say it was a horrifying experience. Yet, I still managed to have 2 delightful conversations. One with my next door neighbor growing up who miraculously offered to drive me home early, and another with a peripheral friend who really has her shit together, and who I really enjoyed. After that, I made the executive decision not to attend another reunion, real or defacto, until people have grown out of their "its wicked cool to go to the townie bar, get really hammered, drive home drunk, and make out with the prom king on the dance floor" stage and moved on to the "well my life kinda sucks, but Im going to pretend that its great so this person doesn't think Im lame, even though I still live in the same town I grew up in and have never really left, so Im going to drink and get sloppy, but Im old and fat so its even less attractive now that it was when I was 23" stage.

I would imagine this will be the 20th or 15th reunion. So Ill plan on attending them.

No, I'm not bitter or anything. (Yes I am. I'm very very bitter. Because I'm cool now (sorta-see below)! And people who were cool in high school automatically end up screwing up their lives in some way or another, and end up singing "Glory Days" in the townie bar. Im never letting my children be cool in high school, and thats that.)

Actually. In order to make it clear just how cool I am. I will note that I have been invited to not one, but TWO Holiday Parties. I didn't realize we were old enough to host holiday party's but Ive decided they are excellent. People getting dressed up, drinking like fish, eating wicked good food, I mean..this is basically my heaven and its all FREE! And, you are guaranteed to know less than half the people at the party, so..new people.

Anyway...maybe next year I will host my own holiday party- only if bassi and danger promise to come down from NYC for it. I can pretty much guarantee there will be lots and lots of champagne.

I was going to add some other stuff. But this is pretty long. Youll get more later this week.