Heck, educate men about women’s bodies, too. And their own!
We usually know our bodies VERY well.
Yeah, but that doesn’t exactly translate to knowledge of the FEMALE body.
Yeah, I know. I was just sayin’ 😉
Umpteen years ago I bought a girlfriend (whose Christian upbringing kept such things off the radar) a copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves. She clearly needed it. I didn’t actually tell her that, but she was clearly not flattered by the gift. To be fair I didn’t really expect her to be; that wasn’t the point. A year or so later we had broken up but I had occasion to visit her and saw the book – dog-eared and bookmarked and spine-cracked like you wouldn’t believe. I gave myself a point for that.
Exactly. Who would do such a terrible thing? They should find these things out only AFTER they’ve committed to a life long relationship with a single person who also knows nothing about the subject under pain of eternal torture if they were to change their minds at a later date.
It’s only proper.
I dont get the picture, I see the computer and everything but what the holly hell is that sitting in front of it?
It’s an alien with two eye stalks and a blob body with stick arms.
I never noticed before how much these aliens resemble naughty bits.
At first glance, my brain tried mighty hard to shoehorn in something naughty. It was almost a bit disconcerting when I realized it was one of the alien things.
There’s a show on mid day called The Doctors. Yesterday’s episode talked quite openly about the “female parts, down there” and they had a plastic mock up vagina, too. Oh, the shame.