My Vagina Has a First Name
Rlo found himself “accidentally” listening to The Bangles when he was listening to my iTunes. He wasn’t too thrilled and the following conversation is the result:
Me: What’s wrong with the bangles? NOTHING that’s what.
Rlo: And you give AK a hard time?
Me: I do? For what?
Rlo: Loving 80s music.
Me: Dude, The Bangles don’t count. They are a chick band–I’m soooo pro chick in a non-lesbian sort of way.
Rlo: You have the most versatile vagina around. You vote with it, listen to music with it, and pretty much just do whatever it tells you to.
Me: So what.
Rlo: You are so your vagina’s bitch.
Me: Oh Rlo, you’re just jealous because the last vagina you saw was in a textbook.
And then he immediately stopped talking to me. I can’t imagine why.
I haven’t seen a vagina in a really long time either. Will you ask Arlo if I can borrow his textbook?