Where Even Erotic Romances Have Yet to Go
There are some people who send you links of the weirdest, strangest, grossest stuff on the internet (like me, err I send those links, not that I am the . . . you get the picture). Robin aka Janet is not one of these people. Usually she sends me links to law related articles so we can go OMG did you see the ruling on the last Daubert motion that came down from SCOTUS? or OMG can you believe the mysterious nixing of whole test sections of a recent South Carolina Bar. Really fascinating stuff.
But today she sent me to Margaret Cho’s myspace site where Ms. Cho relates the perils of injecting botox collagen into your vagina. Yep, not safe for work which is why I am posting it now. Margaret Cho refers to this as “my vagina just feels like there is a gel insole in there.” To which I told Robin that you could now exchange greetings like the following:
“are you va-gellin’?”
“I’m va-gellin’ with a collagellin’ in my melon.”
Suffice to say that getting botox in my vagina which
- a) requires some ob (I have a male one) to feel me up until he finds the g-spot
- b) inject my vagina full of lidocaine or some other anesthetic until I am totally numb downstairs and then
- c) stick another huge ass needle up my woo woo and inject a poison collagen there to make the surface of my g spot larger
isn’t going to happen unless it’s in a pill that I can take with my baby aspirin.
I think what is sad about this whole story is that the sex toy industry is really failing us women that we have to go to such lengths for the big O.